Below is the opinion piece written by Queensland coach Mal Meninga published in the Sunday Mail after his team secured their sixth successful series win last Wednesday night.
I agree with Mal and find it sad that despite how well the Maroons play, that NSW players (and their coaching staff and fans alike) always fail to recognise the skill of their opposition and show humility in defeat.
The same goes for their fans (sorry!) who don't care for the standout performances of individuals on both sides - it's just about the win for them and blaming the refs for bad calls. It's so pathetic!
Queensland's triumph a victory over the dirty rats of Origin - By Mal Meninga
ON Friday morning, I celebrated my 51st birthday at breakfast with a couple of friends at the cafe atop the Kangaroo Point cliffs in Brisbane.
As we ate, I took in the panoramic view of Brisbane's central business district beneath a clear winter sky and saw a city that reflected the Queensland State of Origin team.
Looking across the river to the gleaming buildings of the CBD, it was easy to forget that not so long ago this was a city with a broken heart.
Back in January, that same picturesque river did its best to bring Brisbane to its knees, delivering devastating floods that swamped parts of the city and that added to the agony of Queenslanders across the state in a summer of disaster.
But on Friday, I saw a city and a state that have emerged from their darkest hours to once again stand proud and successful.
In each building, standing defiantly over the very river that tried to drown them, I saw the reflection of every player who has played for Queensland - especially the team this year in our toughest Origin campaign.
Like the city of Brisbane, the Queensland team have managed to restore their glory despite the almost irresistible surge of forces beyond their control, through the commitment and pride of their people.
Like the city, the team once again stands triumphant, their success hiding the filth and rats that continue to linger in the sewers and dark corners, and masking the scars left by the menace that tried to cut it down.
What the Maroons achieved on Wednesday night was about more than a sixth straight series win, or a fitting farewell for a champion in our captain Darren Lockyer.
It was a victory against the very rats and filth that tried to poison a monumental team with lies, personal attacks, arrogance and disrespect.
What the Queensland team has been able to achieve in the past six years has been truly remarkable, something never achieved before at State of Origin level.
The only other comparable era of success would be that enjoyed by the great St George team, which won 11 premierships between 1956 and 1966.
But although the tremendous achievements of the great Dragons team are quite rightly celebrated by the game, it frustrates me that the unequalled success of this Maroons team is not similarly embraced.
Like that St George team of years gone by, this Queensland team has transformed mere men into immortals, and footballers into young men their community can be proud of.
But rather than be a cause for celebration, the Queensland team this year found itself the victim of a smear campaign so malicious and orchestrated that it tainted the entire code of rugby league.
And it came from the enemy within the game itself.
They are the faceless men of influence who claim their agenda is to benefit the game. Really, their only agenda is to benefit themselves.
For them, what Queensland has achieved in the past six years is detrimental to the health of the game.
Rather than celebrating the positive, by marvelling at the skill and achievements of a very special rugby league team - as with St George - they focus on "destroying a dynasty".
Let me tell you this for a start: no one in the Queensland camp uses the word dynasty. Dynasties are about personal glory. We are not interested in dynasties, we are concerned with leaving a legacy.
Legacies are about leaving the game in a better position than it was before. That is our goal, our mantra.
Regardless, the powerbrokers in NSW set about trying to destroy the system, the very same system they themselves copied for their own benefit.
No matter that the television ratings were at a record high. No matter that all three games were sold out.
They are the ones who dragged the spotlight off the game on the field and on to the judiciary with the citing of Johnathan Thurston, and who found five weeks' worth of difference in the identical tackles of David Taylor and Akuila Uate.
They are the ones who criticise Queensland's two closed training sessions as a refusal to promote the game, yet give their blessing to the NSW decision not to name its team until an hour before kick-off - the first time in Origin history.
They are the ones who have the hide to label Queensland - a team built on the twin pillars of respect and humility - arrogant in victory and whingers in defeat, but offer nothing when their captain places the loss of the series at the feet of the referees, instead of acknowledging superior opponents.
For them, the self-appointed keepers of the game, rugby league's health depended on NSW winning this year. That is what made me and others targets of personal attacks this year, conceived by puppets and driven by smarter people with their own interests at heart.
When the attacks were directed at individuals, myself among them, my initial reaction was to treat it like water off a duck's back.
But it was only a day or so later that it dawned on me what the powerbrokers were trying to achieve.
Rather than trying to unsettle or stress the individuals, what they were trying to do was rot the systems we have put in place for success from the inside out by planting a seed of doubt in the minds of the players and staff. I was one they chose to attack in a sinister and malicious manoeuvre to remove me from my job. It was a disregard and disrespect of what I have worked so hard and so proudly to achieve in my career as a player, and now as a coach, by attacking my reputation, integrity, credibility and abilities, by branding me a dispensable commodity, an easily replaced cog in a machine they controlled.
My achievements were reduced to mere collateral damage, "for the good of the game", nothing more than a tactic from a desperate team trying to win a game of football.
What they were doing was attacking, and trying to destroy my employment in a job that I love.
During the first few days in camp, I asked Major General Mick Slater, the head of the Queensland Government's Flood Recovery Taskforce, to speak to the players. Mick is an impressive and genuine man, who personally saw the devastation caused around the state earlier this year, and comforted those left heartbroken when their world turned on them.
Mick talked to the players about Queenslanders dealing with hard times and overcoming adversity. He spoke about why winning means less than the effort you put in, and how you carry yourself; about being gracious in defeat and humble in success. The players hung on his every word.
The Queensland team didn't face a flood or a cyclone on Wednesday night, but in the week leading up to the game they faced the sinister elements of a game that should be sheltering them. It was personal. It was malicious, and it was disgraceful.
I know the people who were behind it. I know their personal agendas. Some of them I had considered friends. I know I will never forget what they did.
They are the rats who, rather than celebrating a remarkable football team, tried to drown it with a flood of lies, half-truths and propaganda.
I think if Mick Slater had sat with me at breakfast on Friday, and reflected on the fighting qualities of this state and its football team, he would have joined me in being a very proud man.
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Monday, July 11, 2011
Monday, June 20, 2011
Kiddy-kickboxing a no-no
I grew up in a household where participating in weekend sport was the norm. My parents brought my little brother and I up to be active and encouraged us to participate in team and individual sports.
I still love playing sport, as does my husband and we’ll definitely be encouraging our kids to play sport and teach them the benefits of getting exercise and interacting with others on the sporting field.
However, I was a bit horrified over the weekend to learn that a local kickboxing promoter had created a match between his eight-year-old daughter and a seven-year-old opponent – the young girls kicked and punched each other in a ring where onlookers (mostly older men) consumed alcohol, screamed out encouragement and handed out cash tips for the little girls.
My issue with this is not the fact that these young girls are ‘competing’ in a sport – it’s the kind of activity that they are doing. With their bones not finished growing and their brains not yet fully developed, I feel like this is a completely unsuitable past time for any minor (girl or boy) to be participating in.
What ever happened to kids wanting to play soccer, go to Nippers or run at Little Athletics? When I was about 10-years-old, my parents enrolled my brother and I in Karate lessons to help teach us the basics of self defence. My dad also decided to undertake the adult classes to help encourage us and also learn some potential life-saving defensive techniques.
I see nothing wrong with this kind of contact sport – Karate teaches you how to focus and be disciplined and it is also very spiritual.
I don’t see what small children are going to learn from kickboxing? The little girls over the weekend were dressed up in garish pink outfits with lipstick and streamers and then proceeded to kick, shove and punch each other.
They aren’t learning anything from participating in this but how to most effectively beat their opponent to a pulp. I think it's sick!
I just think this is sickening and I feel that the promoter of this match should be ashamed of himself for encouraging such a thing (he isn’t though – he’s already promoting future child matches).
I am not sure how everyone else feels about this, but it just feels like the kickboxing fraternity on the Gold Coast has just hit an all time low and I for one wouldn’t go to see a child match if you paid me.
I still love playing sport, as does my husband and we’ll definitely be encouraging our kids to play sport and teach them the benefits of getting exercise and interacting with others on the sporting field.
However, I was a bit horrified over the weekend to learn that a local kickboxing promoter had created a match between his eight-year-old daughter and a seven-year-old opponent – the young girls kicked and punched each other in a ring where onlookers (mostly older men) consumed alcohol, screamed out encouragement and handed out cash tips for the little girls.
My issue with this is not the fact that these young girls are ‘competing’ in a sport – it’s the kind of activity that they are doing. With their bones not finished growing and their brains not yet fully developed, I feel like this is a completely unsuitable past time for any minor (girl or boy) to be participating in.
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| Georgia Barton 7 (L) and Jasmine Parr 8 (R) fighting in Saturday's match |
What ever happened to kids wanting to play soccer, go to Nippers or run at Little Athletics? When I was about 10-years-old, my parents enrolled my brother and I in Karate lessons to help teach us the basics of self defence. My dad also decided to undertake the adult classes to help encourage us and also learn some potential life-saving defensive techniques.
I see nothing wrong with this kind of contact sport – Karate teaches you how to focus and be disciplined and it is also very spiritual.
I don’t see what small children are going to learn from kickboxing? The little girls over the weekend were dressed up in garish pink outfits with lipstick and streamers and then proceeded to kick, shove and punch each other.
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| Jasmine "Princess" Parr with her father and fight promoter John Wayne Parr |
They aren’t learning anything from participating in this but how to most effectively beat their opponent to a pulp. I think it's sick!
I just think this is sickening and I feel that the promoter of this match should be ashamed of himself for encouraging such a thing (he isn’t though – he’s already promoting future child matches).
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| The crowd at Saturday's fight - mostly older men who were consuming alcohol |
I am not sure how everyone else feels about this, but it just feels like the kickboxing fraternity on the Gold Coast has just hit an all time low and I for one wouldn’t go to see a child match if you paid me.
Wednesday, May 25, 2011
Back to my Origin
As my favourite
I have grown up watching the Broncos play and my family are huge NRL fans – so much so that I was put into a
I loved seeing ‘Wolly Woolis’ on tv – he was my favourite back when I was about three years old. I still love Wally, but since growing up and becoming more educated about the sport of rugby league, it has been all about Lockyer.
Joining Wally in the ranks of my favourite sports people who include Roger Federer, Steve Moneghetti, Cathy Freeman, Kieren Perkins and Stephen Gerrard, is NRL God, Darren Lockyer.
I know there is so much surrounding the series at the moment, but I am just praying that the Maroons can win this series for their main man; it would be such a fitting tribute to someone who has given so much of himself to the game.
As key players step down, I find myself thinking how they could ever be replaced? How does another step into the shoes of someone who has made history and become part of the framework of the game for so many years?
Despite all this, I hope
So it is only appropriate that I finish this short post with a huge ….
GO QUEENSLANDER!!!!!!!
Monday, January 31, 2011
Show some class and stop booing Clarke
Yesterday Ben and I went to the one-day match at the Gabba between Australia and England.
It was such a fun day out, with great atmosphere and skill shown by the guys on the field.
While the crowd were more than accommodating when it came to cheering for their respective teams, it was disappointing to hear the jeering cries and boos (from both Australian and English spectators) when Australian captain Michael Clarke came out to bat.
I get that he hasn’t been playing to form for a while now and I know that he should probably be using Twitter a little less, but I was shocked at the nasty reception he received. What has happened to you Australia? When did we become a bitter and twisted nation that can’t even support our own?
Clarke went on to get a score of 54 runs, which was the best by any Australian batsman on the day. The pressure he must be under to perform would be incredible and for once the harshest critics in the sporting arena weren’t the selectors.
I know what it’s like to not be able to perform up to scratch and on occasion let people down, but poor Clarkey having to suffer like that in front of the nation; it was really hard to watch. I think Ben and I were just ogling each other because we were so surprised by the reaction of the crowd. We expected it from the English, not the Aussies.
I guess that it’s hard for us common folk to really understand what a professional sportsperson goes through. But Clarkey is only human and makes mistakes (err Lara Bingle, but that’s another story). So maybe next time he comes out to bat, instead of being typical Australian s**theads, why don’t we give him an encouraging yell and hope he does his best, which hopefully, means more runs.
It was such a fun day out, with great atmosphere and skill shown by the guys on the field.
While the crowd were more than accommodating when it came to cheering for their respective teams, it was disappointing to hear the jeering cries and boos (from both Australian and English spectators) when Australian captain Michael Clarke came out to bat.
I get that he hasn’t been playing to form for a while now and I know that he should probably be using Twitter a little less, but I was shocked at the nasty reception he received. What has happened to you Australia? When did we become a bitter and twisted nation that can’t even support our own?
Clarke went on to get a score of 54 runs, which was the best by any Australian batsman on the day. The pressure he must be under to perform would be incredible and for once the harshest critics in the sporting arena weren’t the selectors.
I know what it’s like to not be able to perform up to scratch and on occasion let people down, but poor Clarkey having to suffer like that in front of the nation; it was really hard to watch. I think Ben and I were just ogling each other because we were so surprised by the reaction of the crowd. We expected it from the English, not the Aussies.
I guess that it’s hard for us common folk to really understand what a professional sportsperson goes through. But Clarkey is only human and makes mistakes (err Lara Bingle, but that’s another story). So maybe next time he comes out to bat, instead of being typical Australian s**theads, why don’t we give him an encouraging yell and hope he does his best, which hopefully, means more runs.
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