For all the normality of match reporting, maybe today I would like to take time off to just tell everybody that the girls did well for tough rugby, the guys did not so well for tough rugby. However, the guys got their maiden win from hockey, and the girls an agonising second in hockey.
But most important, today I would just like to highlight certain things much deeper than just losing or winning. They're the commitment, the love, and above all the passion and desire to make things good. And today, I've seen all these in block C, and especially in Joyce.
If there was ever such thing as greatness, this has to be it. The hockey girls final against block B. Not for the fact that block B won, or the fact that block C's route to the final includes an overwhelming 5-0 win. But greatness in form of spirit shown by the girls. The girls fought till the very end, and gave all their best only to lose to the folly of men. The true winners are our girls, for they fought well, and true to the spirit of sportsmanship. But that is another story for another day. Today, it's about a special someone who has made IBG enjoyable and great this far.
Everyday if you go down to support block C in IBG, if you ever go down, you'll see Joyce, ever ready to lead the cheer, if not to lead the team to play. And this, this is something not everybody has the guts to do, nor have the commitment to carry on. And you may notice, if you ever pay attention, Joyce has played in every game the girls have participated in, except track. Every single game. And it takes a special kind of love and passion in her to continue doing what she's doing.
She is tired. And I truly understand that. And nobody else can claim he or she is tired, simply because nobody gave as much as Joyce, and nobody felt as much as Joyce. Shame on those who never showed up, nor gave as much as a pint of effort. For all the things we do, and say, will have great effects on the morale of everybody. And what Joyce has given thus far, gives strength to everybody.
In the final hockey match, Joyce fell and probably hurt herself. At half-time she cried, but claimed that everything is alright. I don't know. She was probably in great pain, but she continued playing simply because there was nobody else to substitute her. And she was extremely tired, from playing all 4 touch rugby matches in the morning, but still had to play hockey because nobody else was around. And the final match dragged on for the longest time, but still she had to continue on, because she is carrying the responsibility and hope of those who weren't around.
And in the end, when block B won, she apologised to everybody. And it pains me greatly to see that, because she had given her beyond what is expected of her, and despite having given everything she had, she apologised to everybody. Despite everything Joyce has been through, she wants to attend the next day's volleyball and swimming, even though the fatigue is evident in her face.
This spirit, inside her, is worth keeping. This passion inside her, is worth rejoicing about. And if you're reading this, the next time you see her, give her a pat on her back. Give your encouragement to those who played, and gave more than they were required to. And reflect, because this passion, this love for the block, is something we have not seen for the longest time.
Block C, this is something worth fighting for, this spirit that bonds us together, much closer.
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