Going for that inch
You know when you get older in life; things get taken away from you. That’s just part of life.
You only learn that, when you start to lose those things. That is when you find out that life is the game of inches … so is rugby, because in the game, life or rugby, the margin for error is so small.
I mean, one half step too late or too early, you don’t quite make it, or one half second too slow or too fast, and you don’t quite catch it.
The inches that we needed everywhere around us is there at every break of the game. It is there at every minute and every second.
In this game, we fight for that inch; we tear ourselves and everyone else around us into pieces for that inch … we claw with our fingernails for that inch, because we know, when we add up all those inches, it will make a difference between winning and losing … between living and dying … and I want to tell you this, in a fight there will be a man who is willing to die who will win that inch.
And I know … if I am going to have any life anymore, because I am still willing to fight and die for that inch … because that’s what living is – the six inches in front of your face.
You also got to look at the man next to you, look into his eyes … and you know you can see a man, who will go for that inch with you and you can see a man that will sacrifice himself for the team, because he knows that when it comes down to it, you are going to do the same for him.
That is the definition of a team.
And either we play as a team … or we die as individual.