I don't know what to say really.
We got three minutes left till the
biggest battle of our professional
lives....It all comes down to today.
We either heal as a team or we crumble,
inch by inch,play by play -- until we're finished.
We're in hell right now,gentleman,
believe me. We can sit hereand
get the shit kicked out of us, or
we can fight our way back into the
light; we can climb out of this
anger and this doubt and this
uncertainity -- we can climb out of
hell -- one inch at a time,or..
..I wish I could do it for you,
but i can't. I'm too old. I look
around at your faces and I see
young men and I think I made every
wrong choice a middle-aged old man
can make -- my life is a long list
of rookie mistakes. i pissed away
all my money, chased off everyone
that loved me....lately I can't
even stand the face I see in the
mirror.
...As we get older, some things
are taken away...well, that's
part of life, but you only learn
that when you lose something.
You find out that life is this game
of inches! So's football.
Because the margin for error in
either game, football or life, is
so small...so small guys. One
half-step too late or too early
and you don't quite make it. One
half second too slow or too fast
and you don't quite catch it
'cause it's half a fingertip away.
The inches we need are everywhere
around us, they're in every break
of the game, every minute, every
second. Mandrake forgot that. He
was grabbing for miles when he
only needed inches. And on this
team there are no shortcuts.
There are no more Doctor
Mandrakes. On this team we foght
for that inch. We tear ourselves
and everyone else around us to
pieces for that inch! We claw
with our fingernails for that inch
'cause when you add up all those
inches , that is what makes the
fucking difference between winning
and loosing -- between living and
dying...In any fight I can tell
you this, it's the guy who's
willing to die who's going to win
that inch.
And I know if I'm gonna have any
kind of life anymore,it's because
I'm still willing to fight and die
for that inch...
THAT'S WHAT LIVING IS.
The six inches in front of your
face. I can't make you do it.
You have to look around -- look at
the guy next to you -- look into
his eyes -- and i think you'll see
a guy you know will go that inch
with you . You'll see a guy who'll
sacrifice hmself for this team
because when it comes down to it,
he knows you would do the same for
him! That's a team, gentlemen!...
And either we will heal now as a
team -- or we will die as
individuals...
That's football guys.
That's all it is.
Now what are you going to do?
A me da la carica questo passaggio, Al Pacino che pronuncia queste parole a un gruppo che si compatta e si unisce per VINCERE!!!!
In bocca al lupo AZZURRI
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