I try for a poetic language that says, This is who we are, where we have been, where we are. This is where we must go. And this is what we must do.
You leave home to seek your fortune and, when you get it, you go home and share it with your family.
People think we don't give a toss about the game, but when I walked out of Windsor Park that night I felt lower than a snake's belly. The reality is still there.

