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- Mar 7, 2008
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I had to wait 24 hrs before I could write anything!
This is what I'd do. First thing I'd do at training tomorrow would be to load the gang up on a bus and head to our 'new' training grounds. This would be some park with old worn out seats and fucked sheds with just cold water showers. That would be our new ground until we win 5 straight.
Every single player would be required to attend training via public transport, no exception. No $200,000 cars, no Harleys, nothing but old school public transport. Another new rule, no phones, no headphones, no music devices at all. I'd get some of our legends to be my helpers at training. No massages, no physios, no frills. Blood and guts, old school training.
Story time. Old school hard nuts sitting in group sessions telling how they trained in the old days, beer stories included. No video sessions in darkened theatre seats either. There would be 5 set plays rehearsed until the players fell to their knees with exhaustion and when recovered run again until they have become second nature.
Every player would spend one day of each week laying concrete, moving furniture or digging trenchs by hand, in fact the team would not only be team building but building a fucking building in reality...by hand. Trenchs dug, concrete lain, walls put up and for a cause, a worthy cause like a building for the sick, the elderly, the impaired whatever.
It would be the teams build for someone or some people less fortunate. That's how to create a bond, a unifying cause.
It's time for the entitled life to end, it's time to become blue collar again, it's time for young men to feel how the battler feels and I don't just mean male battlers either here because we all have our fights to win.
I'd take them back in time to a place where rugby league was just three things, a ball, an opponent and my team mates.
This is what I'd do. First thing I'd do at training tomorrow would be to load the gang up on a bus and head to our 'new' training grounds. This would be some park with old worn out seats and fucked sheds with just cold water showers. That would be our new ground until we win 5 straight.
Every single player would be required to attend training via public transport, no exception. No $200,000 cars, no Harleys, nothing but old school public transport. Another new rule, no phones, no headphones, no music devices at all. I'd get some of our legends to be my helpers at training. No massages, no physios, no frills. Blood and guts, old school training.
Story time. Old school hard nuts sitting in group sessions telling how they trained in the old days, beer stories included. No video sessions in darkened theatre seats either. There would be 5 set plays rehearsed until the players fell to their knees with exhaustion and when recovered run again until they have become second nature.
Every player would spend one day of each week laying concrete, moving furniture or digging trenchs by hand, in fact the team would not only be team building but building a fucking building in reality...by hand. Trenchs dug, concrete lain, walls put up and for a cause, a worthy cause like a building for the sick, the elderly, the impaired whatever.
It would be the teams build for someone or some people less fortunate. That's how to create a bond, a unifying cause.
It's time for the entitled life to end, it's time to become blue collar again, it's time for young men to feel how the battler feels and I don't just mean male battlers either here because we all have our fights to win.
I'd take them back in time to a place where rugby league was just three things, a ball, an opponent and my team mates.