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Your final message to the squad
- Thread starter Skaville
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Coldeanseagull
Opinionated
Don't drink the water
pishhead
Well-known member
Leave it all out on the pitch. Don't come off at the end thinking what if.
chucky1973
New member
The shoreham 11. Remember. #togehter
Megazone
On his last warning
Try to score more than the opposition. If not, then try to clap the fans at the end.
mejonaNO12 aka riskit
Well-known member
If you are on a yellow card and you fancy just hacking someone down because you are a little wound up......don't.
Please please don't.
Also, Hemed, if you have a penalty, panenka it. We don't want to go up like some NORMO. We want FLAIR.
Please please don't.
Also, Hemed, if you have a penalty, panenka it. We don't want to go up like some NORMO. We want FLAIR.
Nathan
Well-known member
- Jan 8, 2010
- 3,790
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!
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!
Mo Gosfield
Well-known member
- Aug 11, 2010
- 6,364
" It is not the critic that counts; not those who point out how strong men stumble or where you could have done better. All the credit belongs to you, on the pitch, for the magnificent season you have had. When your faces have been marred by dust and sweat and blood, you have fought on and on and on and given everything. When you have erred and slipped, you have shown the strength to recover. You have shown the resolve to keep going through any manner of adversity. You have committed yourselves to the cause and dragged weary limbs and minds over nine gruelling months. You stand on the brink of high achievement and no set of players have ever deserved it more. You stand on the brink of writing yourselves into legend. Your names will be burned into the souls of all our supporters. The unfancied team that went four and half months unbeaten, stumbled and then showed the character to come again. Adversity attempted to rip the heart out of the team but you fought it and overcame it. Other foes tried to run away from you but you wouldn't let them. The race is not yet run. You still have unfinished business. Our opponents are confident. They have already beaten us once and last Friday they sounded as if the job was done. It isn't, because they are playing you and your hearts.
When you walk out of that tunnel, in a short while, and look the opposition in the eye, you will see how nervous they are. Be confident and be brave. Do not be afraid of failure. I know every single one of you will leave every last ounce of effort out there. Enjoy this, be confident and strong in what you do and take your opportunity. Destiny awaits you.
Good luck everybody"
( With just a little help and inspiration from Theodore Roosevelt )
When you walk out of that tunnel, in a short while, and look the opposition in the eye, you will see how nervous they are. Be confident and be brave. Do not be afraid of failure. I know every single one of you will leave every last ounce of effort out there. Enjoy this, be confident and strong in what you do and take your opportunity. Destiny awaits you.
Good luck everybody"
( With just a little help and inspiration from Theodore Roosevelt )
Blackadder
Brighton Bhuna Boy
F##k into them, get them up.
dannyboy
tfso!
thankyou for a great season
Do you know where I've put my car keys?
When I am living in the Midlands
That are sodden and unkind,
I light my lamp in the evening:
My work is left behind;
And the great hills of the South Country
Come back into my mind.
The great hills of the South Country
They stand along the sea;
And it's there walking in the high woods
That I could wish to be,
And the men that were boys when I was a boy
Walking along with me.
The men that live in North England
I saw them for a day:
Their hearts are set upon the waste fells,
Their skies are fast and grey;
From their castle-walls a man may see
The mountains far away.
The men that live in West England
They see the Severn strong,
A-rolling on rough water brown
Light aspen leaves along.
They have the secret of the Rocks,
And the oldest kind of song.
But the men that live in the South Country
Are the kindest and most wise,
They get their laughter from the loud surf,
And the faith in their happy eyes
Comes surely from our Sister the Spring
When over the sea she flies;
The violets suddenly bloom at her feet,
She blesses us with surprise.
I never get between the pines
But I smell the Sussex air;
Nor I never come on a belt of sand
But my home is there.
And along the sky the line of the Downs
So noble sits the Amex for all to share
A lost thing could I never find,
Nor a broken thing mend:
And I fear I shall be all alone
When I get towards the end.
Who will there be to comfort me
Or who will be my friend?
I will gather and carefully make my friends
Of the men of the Sussex Weald;
They watch the stars from silent folds,
They stiffly plough the field.
By them and the God of the South Country
My poor soul shall be healed.
If I ever become a rich man,
Or if ever I grow to be old,
I will build a house with deep thatch
To shelter me from the cold,
And there shall the Sussex songs be sung
And the story of Sussex told.
I will hold my house in the high wood
Within a walk of the sea,
And the men that were boys when I was a boy
Shall sit and drink with me.
And celebrate a famous victory
That are sodden and unkind,
I light my lamp in the evening:
My work is left behind;
And the great hills of the South Country
Come back into my mind.
The great hills of the South Country
They stand along the sea;
And it's there walking in the high woods
That I could wish to be,
And the men that were boys when I was a boy
Walking along with me.
The men that live in North England
I saw them for a day:
Their hearts are set upon the waste fells,
Their skies are fast and grey;
From their castle-walls a man may see
The mountains far away.
The men that live in West England
They see the Severn strong,
A-rolling on rough water brown
Light aspen leaves along.
They have the secret of the Rocks,
And the oldest kind of song.
But the men that live in the South Country
Are the kindest and most wise,
They get their laughter from the loud surf,
And the faith in their happy eyes
Comes surely from our Sister the Spring
When over the sea she flies;
The violets suddenly bloom at her feet,
She blesses us with surprise.
I never get between the pines
But I smell the Sussex air;
Nor I never come on a belt of sand
But my home is there.
And along the sky the line of the Downs
So noble sits the Amex for all to share
A lost thing could I never find,
Nor a broken thing mend:
And I fear I shall be all alone
When I get towards the end.
Who will there be to comfort me
Or who will be my friend?
I will gather and carefully make my friends
Of the men of the Sussex Weald;
They watch the stars from silent folds,
They stiffly plough the field.
By them and the God of the South Country
My poor soul shall be healed.
If I ever become a rich man,
Or if ever I grow to be old,
I will build a house with deep thatch
To shelter me from the cold,
And there shall the Sussex songs be sung
And the story of Sussex told.
I will hold my house in the high wood
Within a walk of the sea,
And the men that were boys when I was a boy
Shall sit and drink with me.
And celebrate a famous victory
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Eggman
Well-known member
Just Win Baby!
Prefer the Albionised version:
https://youtu.be/kgjFAr2s1sI
And as for what id say:
No one have the lasagna.
And
No regrets. If you think the shots on take it, if you think you can make the pass do it, if you think you can beat your man go for it! This is our time.
You're better than the Poyet team, ask Bruno and Calde, they'll tell you. Now believe in yourselves, do it for each other, do it for the fans and bring it home.
brightonmark1234
Well-known member
what ever happens 2mow we have had a great season and will have to pick ourselves up for the lottery of the play offs and come on you seagulls