Michael Cheika resigns

After a horror 24 months, Wallabies coach Michael Cheika has made clear his intentions.

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Revelation of the Heart

Today we witnessed the revelation of the Rugby World Cup Jersey to be worn by the Wallabies in Japan come September.

RWC2019 Wallabies Jerseys

With little surprise, the reaction from the rugby community could be best described as “mixed.” With the majority of comments being negative or indifferent.

What struck me in watching the reactions unfold, was the sheer number of people longing for yester-year. With numerous calls to return to the jersey of 2000-2002. A genuine green and gold jersey rather than the canary yellow we’ve grown accustomed to over the last decade or so.

2000-2002 Wallabies Jersey

A jersey I loved. A jersey I still love, wearing it more often than not, although mine is not in such good condition.

Why do so many want to return to this jersey? Does everyone actually prefer the gold as a more pleasing aesthetic? Or is there something else going on?

Today was indeed a revelation, but not simply revealing a new jersey, but revealing the heart of a nation sick of losing. I reckon so many Australians long for the old jersey hoping it will somehow turn the tides of our misfortune on the scoreboard.

2002 was the last time the Wallabies lifted the Bledisloe cup. The most prized possession of an Australian Rugby fan. And with few exceptions the Wallabies at that time were generally successful. The Rod McQueen era was marked by pride in the jersey, and there was an inextricable link between that jersey and success.

Unfortunately pulling on that jersey will do little to change our fortunes. If you are disappointed in the 2019 RWC jersey, please don’t blame Asics. Blame almost 2 decades of poor rugby.

Pulling on the jerseys of the past won’t magically win us a World Cup. We need a radical transformation from the inside out. Putting on a facade won’t improve our fate.

All too often in life, we try and improve our fortunes by making superficial adjustments to our exterior, rather than doing the hard work to be transformed from the inside out.

Paul urges the believers in Rome to be transformed in view of God’s mercy;

  Therefore, I urge you, brothers and sisters, in view of God’s mercy, to offer your bodies as a living sacrifice, holy and pleasing to God—this is your true and proper worship. Do not conform to the pattern of this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind.

Romans 12:1-2

The heart of the issue is not what’s on the outside, but what’s going on within.

If we’re ever going to stop being a pack of losers, we need to embrace radical transformation from the inside out.

Bring on RWC 2023…

Your Opinion does not Dictate Reality

Dangerous tackles deserve tough sanctions in my opinion (discussed here) but the discussion surrounding the red carding of Sio Tomkinson of the Highlanders (the video can be found here) is mind boggling. From keyboard warriors to “respected” news outlets all crying foul of what is a reasonable open and shut case. Continue reading “Your Opinion does not Dictate Reality”

When Trying to Help Actually Hurts

Concussion is serious business.

The Australian Sports commission says;

“There is growing concern in Australia and internationally about the incidence of sport-related concussion and potential health ramifications for athletes.”

This concern is not a local issue, but is being tackled head on by organisations around the world. In a balance between trying to avoid liability and actually looking after player welfare, The Rugby Football Union (England’s version of Rugby Australia) has implemented a trial to lower the height of tackles. Continue reading “When Trying to Help Actually Hurts”

A small fish in a big pond

Just over 12 months ago I left the rugby heartland of NSW to move to South Australia.

Previously the sport section of the nightly news featured any number of Rugby updates, from Izzy’s latest antics on social media and Kurtley’s party tactics to the scores, injury updates and Wallaby woes I’d grown accustomed to over 30 years in NSW.

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