GianluDUDA

I really don't know what to tell you. Three minutes to our toughest professional challenge. Everything is decided today. Now we either rise again as a team or give up an inch at a time, one play after another, until defeat. We're in hell right now, gentlemen. Believe me. And we can stay there, take the hits, or fight our way toward the light. We can climb the walls of hell an inch at a time. But I can't do it for you. I'm too old. I look around, see your young faces and think "surely I have made every mistake a middle-aged man can make." Yes, because I wasted all my money, believe it or not. I've pushed away everyone who cared about me and for some years now even the face I see in the mirror bothers me. You know, with time, with age, many things are taken away from us, but that's part of life. However, you only learn that when you start to lose those things and discover that life is a game of inches, and so is football. Because in both these games, life and football, the margin for error is so small. Get it. Half a step too early or too late and you don't make it, half a second too fast or too slow and you miss the catch. But the inches we need, they're everywhere, they're all around us, there are inches in every break of the game, every minute, every second. In this team, we fight for an inch, in this team we wear ourselves and everyone around us out for an inch, we defend ourselves with nails and teeth for an inch, because we know that when we add up all those inches, the total will make the difference between winning and losing, the difference between living and dying. And I want to tell you something: in every confrontation, the one who is willing to die will gain an inch, and I know that if I can have a fulfilling life it will be because I am still willing to fight and die for that inch. Our life is right there, that's what it consists of. In those 10 inches in front of your face, but I can't force you to fight. You have to look at the teammate beside you, look him in the eye, I bet you will see a man determined to gain ground with you, that you will see a man who will willingly sacrifice himself for this team, aware that when the time comes you will do the same for him. That is being a team, gentlemen. So either we rise now as a collective, or we will be destroyed individually. It's football, guys, that's all there is to it. So, what do you want to do?