Sport provides the spectacle, the metaphor, the religious ritual, the putty to fill the cracks in countless lives.
Each era of Australian sport has its own heroes but some prevail. Heroes never die. Legends are never forgotten.
I touched the wall and all my dreams, hopes and ambitions basically coalesced into one moment.
Competitive sport is an aristocracy of excellence. I spend all my time concentrating on winning next week’s game.
The mark of a champion is consistency. He turns in consistent, high-quality performances over a number of years.
Winners never blame anybody. It’s only losers who try to blame other people for what went wrong. So never con yourself that your failures, and your weaknesses, are someone else’s fault.
The road to the top in anything, and particularly league football, is a rocky one. Plenty of people fail, but the only disgrace in failing is if you only half tried, or three quarters tried, or 99 per cent tried.
People often talk about the importance of discipline in football as in most areas of life. I’m no expert in life. I have made enough mistakes to know that premierships just cannot be won without discipline, a lot of discipline, being shown in the game.
The difference between professionals and amateurs is that the professional is dedicated to the total eradication of errors. It has nothing to do with money.
There are two ways you can get yourself revved up – fear of failure and love of success. Personally, I like both things to be working in you, the same as you can win a game at one end of the ground and save it at the other.