What, is he home schooled?
The one tactical principle that you must obey:
Use any means to inflict the maximum amount of wound, death, and destruction on the enemy in the minimum amount of time.
For in battle just as in loving you must keep on shoving
Or you’ll never get your reward.
For if you are dilatory in the search for lust or glory
You are up shitcreek and that’s the truth, Oh, Lord.
You have to do your own growing no matter how tall your grandfather was.
On the field there are only two states of being: you are either useful or useless.
The difference between a true Nanna and a pretender is his strip. The true Nanna cares about the logo on the front. The pretender only cares about the name on the back.
Firstly you must always implicitly obey orders, without attempting to form any opinion of your own regarding their propriety. Secondly, you must consider every man your enemy who speaks ill of your uniform; and thirdly you must hate the opposition as you hate the devil.
Every Nanna thinks something of the moral aspects of what he is doing. But all sport is immoral and if you let that bother you, you’re not a good Nanna.
SOON THE WHOLE WORLD WILL KNOW OUR NAMES FOR WE ARE THE NANNAS AND ALL THAT WE SURVEIL SHALL BOW DOWN BEFORE US AND CALL US MASTER.
The gods too are fond of a joke.
He who has a “why” to live for can bear with almost any “how”. – Nietzsche
No wise man ever wished to be younger. – Jonathan Swift
I would be willing, yes glad, to see a battle every day during my life.
Watch what people are cynical about, and one can often discover what they lack.
Unfortunately this earth is not a fairy-land, but a struggle for life, perfectly natural and therefore extremely harsh.
Do not pray for easy lives. Pray to be stronger men.
Get your enemy at a disadvantage; and never, on any account, fight him on equal terms.
We aim to whip the opposition, to humble their pride, to follow them to their inmost recesses, and make them fear and dread us.
Duty, honour, Nannas. These three hallowed words reverently dictate what you ought to be, what you can be, what you will be.
Counteth not thy fucking chickens before thy fucking chickens hatcheth.
Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more, or close the wall up with our Nanna dead! In peace there’s nothing so becomes a man as modest stillness and humility; but when the blast of whistle blows in our ears, then imitate the action of the tiger: stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood.
If a tie is like kissing your sister, losing is like kissing your grandmother with her teeth out.
Nannas are men…most apt for all manner of services and best able to support and endure the infinite toils and continual hazards of the court.
I want my enemies dead. Not sick, not dying, dead.
A good run is better than a bad stand
May God have mercy upon our enemies, because we won’t.
Played strong, done good.
One must change one’s tactics every ten years if one wishes to maintain one’s superiority.
Never interrupt your enemy when he is making a mistake.
Age wrinkles the body. Quitting wrinkles the soul.
Whom the gods wish to destroy, they first make mad.
The essence of good football is ferocity. Moderation in football is imbecility.
The darkest places in hell are reserved for those who maintain their neutrality in times of crisis.
I like a man who grins when he fights.
You need speed, a sense of direction, great initiative and stamina because the unexpected will certainly happen.
Great spirits have always encountered violent opposition from mediocre minds.
You ask, what is our aim? I can answer in one word. It is victory. Victory at all costs – Victory in spite of all terrors – Victory, however long and hard the road may be.
I am a Nanna, I play where I am told, and I win where I play.