Its the third most commonly overused, undervalued term. Right behind Hero. And Immortal.
And we've heard it all this week. This year. Hell, weve been hearing it for decades.
Future immortals.....Heros......Greatness.
When you have all the cards favouring your house. When your masters own your souls. When the crest on your chest is an extension of the "product", not one of honourable toil and sufference over 110 years of blood sweat and tears.....
When the term is not born of history, of deeds, told for generations in the gardens of drinking establishments, whilst an old, lonesome gentleman leans quitely over his ale, overhearing them and recalling every line...confirming fact with a quiet nod to himself, and smirking at the embelished elements that flatter him.....
When you run, steal, con, and corrupt the truth, instead of wearing it, in every possible manifestation of pain....
Then its not greatness.
But...
when youve sacrificed yourself and are spent.
When youve saved those that cannot save themselves.
When youve followed the rules, to their limits, and delivered your soul on a platter, win lose or draw, you have delivered glory.
You have demonstrated true Greatness.
For Greatness, is sacrificing your body to save your mates.
Greatness, is fighting with your heart, mind and soul, to protect and deliver those who cannot.
Greatness, is doing all this by abiding to cannons that direct. To laws that govern.....To fairness and Truth.
There are 17 men from the East. With their 110 years of history, life stories, deeds.....Great deeds, to call upon. This is their arsenal. Truth. Boldness. Courage. Heart.
On Sunday, all things being equal or not, the 17 men from the East, will be hit, with everything.
The battle will be formidable. The enemy is seemingly indestructable...even to Lady Justice.
And they will stand. To be hit again with yet another sortie in what will be an endless barage.
And they will bleed, and they will scream, and they wuill fight. For the Crest over THEIR hearts.
For greatness.
And when all is spent, and said, and done. When every one of those 17 knows he's done everything that needed to be. When the screams of the battle and the damned is drowned out by the unsettling silence in the aftermath.....
There will be no Heros.
No future or present immortals or Gods.
No fanfares for "legends" behold by false prophets with thier own self interests at heart.
There will be one solemn sound.
A Rooster standing tall and proud as he has for 110 years on the crystal Eastern shores of this great city.
And into the skies he will deliver.
A crow.
A cry.
Of Greatness.
Go Easts
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