Now I will agree that Charlie has to develope these players. He has to come up with a way to run the ball. He has to teach his to finish a game.
These are all young players still, and maybe this is the kinda year we needed. Have faith. Have trust. Go Irish.
Little Inspirational Poem Maybe....
Invictus
OUT of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
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