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'Football now isn’t about big egos and individuals. We went down as a team, Newcastle United, and we go back up as a team which is more united. - alan smith
as the king was him. he led his team to the first and i hope the last championship in this category. as he passed through the tunnel he thought - what the heck am i doing here? - and still kept on going to the field. life s a bitch and you know this, dear, and you ve been knowing this all your life. but you kept going on and on. and that is why i care - cuz i believe in your personal unbending and total self-relience.you straightly believe in every single thing you do. that s why that bitch again failed to kick your ass, dear, that s why it s again just behing your back. and you, tonight, laughing loudly and reasonably, come to the simpliest idea - stay yourself is the best way to live life fairly to yourself and others. and damn, me s here and proud and cheerful for every single thing you did and do, for every single thing you care. that s just a step forward on a road to perfectness. but even the halfway is worth doing, if you are the man your mother s proud of and the person you are proud of.
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream -- and not make dreams your master;
If you can think -- and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build'em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings -- nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And -- which is more -- you'll be a Man, my son!
as the king was him. he led his team to the first and i hope the last championship in this category. as he passed through the tunnel he thought - what the heck am i doing here? - and still kept on going to the field. life s a bitch and you know this, dear, and you ve been knowing this all your life. but you kept going on and on. and that is why i care - cuz i believe in your personal unbending and total self-relience.you straightly believe in every single thing you do. that s why that bitch again failed to kick your ass, dear, that s why it s again just behing your back. and you, tonight, laughing loudly and reasonably, come to the simpliest idea - stay yourself is the best way to live life fairly to yourself and others. and damn, me s here and proud and cheerful for every single thing you did and do, for every single thing you care. that s just a step forward on a road to perfectness. but even the halfway is worth doing, if you are the man your mother s proud of and the person you are proud of.
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream -- and not make dreams your master;
If you can think -- and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build'em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings -- nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And -- which is more -- you'll be a Man, my son!