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You know when you get old in life things get taken from you. That’s just part of life. You only learn that when you start to loose those things, that’s when you find out that life is a game of inches. As is rugby. Because in either game, life or rugby the margin for error is so small, I mean one half step too late or too early and you don’t quite make it, one half second too slow or too fast and you don’t quite catch it. The inches we need are every where around us are in every break of the game, every minute, every second. In this game we fight for that inch, in this game we terror ourselves and everyone else around us to pieces for that inch, we claw with our fingernails for that inch. Because we know that when we head up all those inches that’s going to make the fucking difference between winning and loosing, between living and dying and I tell you this, in any fight is a man who is willing to die who is going to win that inch. And I know if I am going to have any life anymore is because I’m still willing to fight and die for that inch, because that’s what living is, the six inches in front of your face. You’re going to look to the man next to you, look into his eyes, now I think you are going to see a man who will go that inch with you, you’re going to see a man who will sacrifice himself for the team because he knows when it comes down to it you’re going to do the same for him. That’s the definition of team. And either play as a team or die as individuals. That’s rugby my friends…”
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