After training I felt like laughing, are we succumbing to ourselves? Fighting for a lost cause? And the sigh was a killer, drills in a painful reminder that were not playing only for ourselves. We carry the hopes and hard work (and so much time) of the teachers and expectations from others. I hate to see and recognize disappointment in their eyes. We must play with pride, and play the game well.
It isn't easy at all, to hit the slums and never seem to get out of it. It's so so hard to disentangle myself from the rut, from below-pars and under-averages. When what you want doesn't translate to what you can do, when your emotions get in the way. The hopelessness today just solidified so much so that a tiny bit of it might have become indifference.
We have the passion and must let that lead us on. Heartening today to see us all train service (guys too) when training has ended. This is what it's all about. A'boys you all too! We'll work hard together and I'm sure, miracles will happen.
We can never, we must not give up. Not when we're so close (always). Does the phrase "You reap what you sow" hold true): We're always the last to leave the school, when it's pitch dark and sometimes raining. We reach home late, beat and tired but we still have to go on.
But all we can do now then is to try. Fight and try and fight and try and shout and encourage and shout and scream and smile but the smile doesn't mean we're happy.
Tough.
