The Straits Times: Raffles take rugby title.
Men don’t lose wars and weep. Only local school ruggers do.
Good Lord – I might not be a rugger, but am most certainly a Rafflesian. What’s up with ruggers and crying these days…
It was already bad enough for my batch’s captain to tear when we lost (wasn’t at the match, but heard it from several teachers who didn’t approve of the obviously absent manliness). And now, the current captain just had to cry in Daddy’s arms after winning.
To Yap senior, it’s commendable to support one’s son at the big game, but look Junior in the eye and tell him he needs to continue captaining the bloody team rather than run to Daddy. That completely undid all the sweat and effort in training and in fighting that match.
I do advocate men being in touch with their softer side, but as our beloved deputy head master Mr Magendiran always says, ‘there’s a season for everything’. When out there proving oneself, being impassioned is fine. Do the usual and fight for what you care about. But the lowest one can (and should) go, would be to at least maintain a calm acceptance of things. Keep the anger and frustration, or in this case, gushy ebullience inside. And ‘crying’ is not a word in a Rafflesian’s, or any sportsman’s, vocabulary.
As said, i’m not a rugger, i do not pretend to know the inherent valour and courage. But i know that when the school and my team are counting on me, i win and lose like a man. A bloody Rafflesian. Sadly, as we all know, our batch’s ruggers were often more arrogant than proud; mistakenly manly at the wrong times. (But individually, most were nice people.)
Still, Auspicium Melioris Aevi. Congrats on the win.
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