On Any Given Sunday – Men Vie For Greatness



It was Sunday Afternoon. Late September. 1978.

The early spring sun was on its downward journey.

The feel of new life was in the crisp and cool spring air.

We faced our nemesis in the Under 14s Grand Final for our sport, Australian Football, in our town, Wagga Wagga, Australia.

East Wagga Kooringal. The enemy.

There was an eerie quiet over the assembled crowd as we players faced off in preparation for the battle to come.

I was 14.

This year I was honoured to be captain and leading my team against the undisputed champions.

Growing up in a small town, of course, we knew the other lads well. They had beaten us in the previous two grand finals and they were unbackable favourites to Three-Peat. They had beaten us 2 of the 3 times we met during the year including in the final series two weeks earlier.

No one there, save us and our supporters, believed an upset could happen.

I had been playing this game since I was 6 years old and I did not yet have a grand final winners medal. I had led my team to a loss against these very boys two years earlier in the under 12s. Both my bigger brothers had grand final winners medals. My eldest brother had collected FOUR of these!

I was yet to earn my first.

And few astute football brains thought that I would break that duck today.

The siren went, the ball was bounced, the battle was on!!

The crowd cheered and we threw ourselves in to the battle like demons possessed.

There was no doubt the Kooringal had the better players. Three of their team would go on to make the State side! One of their team would go on to be acknowledged as the best full forward in the country at his age group.

My direct opponent. “Hairy Hilton” was his nickname.

Why did the best player in the full forward position in the country have to be my direct opponent for this grand final!!?? Damn!

All year we had focused on “Teamwork”.

The “Champion Team” will beat the “Team of Champions”.

All year we focused on “help your mate, protect your mate, play for your mate, sacrifice for your mate, give the ball to your mate and then defend him so he can kick the ball further up field. If you do not have the ball? Play for your mate!”

“Pay the Price….for your mate.”

Teamwork. Teamwork. Teamwork. Teamwork.

Not individual stars like the other guys!


It was the toughest game I had played to that point in my life. Only 2 more games I ever played were tougher.

Fists were thrown plentifully. Noses were bloodied. Ears were ringing. Not a few teeth were left on the ground when the players eventually departed.

It was rough. It was tough. And there was no place for anyone to hide. All 40 players gave their all and then a bit more.

The clashes were fierce. Boys were injured and they would run off to get the blood wiped away, get quickly bandaged, and throw themselves back in to the fray with renewed vigour.

With just a few minutes to go we held the slimmest of leads and the most unlikely of upsets looked like it might be about to happen. We were 2 points up but they were coming at us again with everything they had. They had thrown extra players in to their forward line to try and confuse and confound us to get a man loose to give him the ball and get a shot at goal.

I was the full back and captain. It was my job to guide and organise our defenses. With more than 80 minutes played my players were tired and the seemingly inevitable happened. One of their back men had run the more than 50 meters in to their forward line absolutely flat out, as fast as he could muster. Our man, his direct opponent was tired, and lagging 4 or 5 meters behind him.

The pass was perfect.

There was no way our team mate was going to stop it from a 4 meter disadvantage.

Our hearts sank.

Us back men had done the job of our lives all game to keep their scoring to a minimum. And it would not be one of our direct opponents who had the decisive shot.

It was now down to whether this backman could kick the ball straight enough to score the goal. He had likely not kicked a goal all year and we hoped and prayed the pressure would get to him.

No such luck. He kicked straight and true.

The opposition players and supporters went bezerk! They were now 4 points up with only seconds to play it seemed.

My hopes and dreams of a grand final winners medal seemed dashed. It looked like three losses to the same team. There could not be more than a minute or two to play. They threw the vast majority of their players in to their back line to make sure we could not score a goal in the remaining minutes. They did not need to score again. They were in front.

As captain I screamed to my team mates and ran all the way to the middle of the field and back urging them on.

“WE CAN DO THIS!!! We can beat these bastards. One more Goal. One More Effort! WE CAN DO THIS!!!”

The ball was bounced and a scuffle followed with no progress.

The ball was bounced again and it was tapped down to one of our best players who tried to break through a tackle to get on his way. The opposition player hung on for dear life and the tackle was not broken, so he had to handball the ball and he picked our ruckman, Glen, to give the ball to.

Glen was the biggest player on our side and an opposition player immediately threw himself at Glen in an effort to tackle him. Glen broke the tackle and took off towards our goal with a bounce of the ball.

Our full forward had seen the break and was now running full speed into one of the few open spaces. His direct opponent was the best full back in the league. Better, even, than me.

Time came to a halt. Everything started to seem like it was happening in slow motion. Just like the movies!!

The pass was on. It was there. Glen was good enough to put the ball on our mans chest and he had about 2 meters on the full back. We had a chance!! If Glen could hit our man on the chest? He could kick the winning goal.

Our players were running everywhere to try and drag opponents out of the path of our full forward or make themselves available for a pass.

Then Glen did the unthinkable.

He ignored our full forward and took another bounce of the ball.


No one was coming to meet him as all our opponents were busy covering their direct opponents.

I will never forget what happened next.

The East Wagga Kooringal full back, a good friend of mine, the best full back in our league, had made a mistake. He was so sure that the ball would be delivered to our full forward he had not ordered one of his two flankers to go and stand in the goal mouth. The goal was unattended. In the heat of the battle Glen had spotted the mistake.

At 50 meters from the goal he let fly with the best kick he could muster after what must have been 85 minutes of play by now. We were all desperately tired, battered and bruised, but we all kept going….for the team!

As the ball sailed over the top of our full forward and their full back and I followed the flight of the ball I too realised the mistake that had been made. All we needed was a favourable bounce of the ball and it would go through the goal. There was no opposition player were he should be. In the goal mouth.

My grand father, a world war 2 ANZAC, the greatest man I ever knew, Frank Trainor, was standing right there behind the goal umpire willing the ball to bounce the right way.

The ball bounced once…the ball bounced twice….the ball bounced three times……

And it went through the goals!!!

My Grandfather threw his arms in the air and I knew that we had won. There was no more time to play.

Three years we had fought and fought and fought these demons from Kooringal to beat them in the grand final!

All those years of effort, all the blood, sweat and tears. All those nights of training in the cold and the rain. All those games we had travelled to and played in the rain, the hail, the mud and the slush.

All the injuries. All the bandaging. Even the stitches in the hospital at times which so many of us suffered.

It all came down to the bounce of the ball, in the bright spring sunshine, on a Sunday Afternoon, in September, 1978.

The ball was brought back to the center and there was only about 20 seconds of play before the siren was blown.


By 2 points!!

I have to admit I cried for quite a while with the emotions of having the privilege of leading my team mates to this most unlikely of victories.

My Grandfather, as elderly as he was, had run out to the middle of the field and was holding my arm in the air yelling

“My grandson!! My grandson!! This son of a bitch is my grandson!!!”

It was a great day. A glorious day to be alive. The scene of my greatest triumph in my life to that date.

Our opponents were humble in defeat. Never blaming the bounce of the ball. To a one they said “You guys deserved your win today. We will see you here again the same time next year!”

Once you are a winner like that?

Once you taste victory and achievement like that?

You never forget it.

Not ever.

How about you?

Do you have some victory from your younger years that you look back on as your defining moment when you became a “winner” rather than just a “player”?

On any given Sunday, men line up and face each other in their quest for victory and glory.

Whether it be American Football in the NFL, whether European Football (soccer) such as the Champions League, whether it be cricket or 100 other sports. Men line up to test themselves against each other to answer the question.

“Which of us is the best?”

It could be the Packers, the Giants, the 49ers, the Seahawks.

It could be Man United, Bayern Munich, or el classico with Barcelona and Real Madrid.

It could be Australia vs the Old Enemy, England, in Cricket.

Or it could be India vs Pakistan in cricket, always a passionate affair.

No matter what the sport. No matter where you are in the world.

On any given Sunday men line up to do battle to see who is the best.

Often the margin of victory is as it was on that sunny spring Sunday in Wagga Wagga 37 years ago.

The bounce of the ball.

But it is not luck that decides these issues. To get to play the game at the highest level takes time, effort, courage, commitment.

To get the opportunity to have that “slice of luck” take sacrifice.

It takes T-E-A-M-W-O-R-K.

We have a saying in our football that all us boys learned.

“Pay the price”.

If there is one saying that I remember from my sporting days it is “PAY THE PRICE”.

If you want to be a winner? If you want that grand final winners medal?

You must PAY THE PRICE!!

It will not come cheap.

Nothing worthwhile comes cheap!

You must PAY THE PRICE!!

Now why would I make this video with this old story of glory on this wet autumn Sunday in 2015?

Why would you bother reading past the end of this feel good story?


Are you interested in joining the winning team?

Are you interested in wearing that “grand final winners medal” one day?

Are you interested in becoming the very best that you can become and to stand among your peers and hear them say “Well done” Jim or Fred or John.

Are you interested in having that experience that all winners have on the day that they have that sweetest victory of all?

We can not all be Tom Brady with 4 superbowls to his name.

We can not all be Lionel Messi or Ronaldo vying for the best football player in the world.

We can not all be Sachin Tendulkar, universally acknowledged as the best batsman of our time with no one willing to argue that point.

The world only has room for a very small number of sporting superstars.

But you can be the superstar in your life.

You can be the superstar in your childrens lives.

You can be the superstar among your peers in your business.

You can be the superstar among your family and friends.

What if I could show you a reliable way where, with hard work, dedication, commitment, focus, and just plain elbow grease you could reliably have the same sort of success in business I had on the football field that day, the sort of success that still sends shivers down my spine 37 years later.

Would you be interested?

You know…

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Because I know that done right, this person is about to undergo a transformation in their life that is going to make them a winner each and every day. And that as they go about improving the quality of their life they are then going to turn around and improve the quality of the lives of those around them whether they join iPAS2 or not.

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iPAS2 is about putting a person “on the field” to play “full out” to become the winner they can become. To be all they can be. iPAS2 is the price of the ticket to join the winning team. But its just the start.

Just like on that day in September? Not all 20 players on our team were the best players. Not all of them got a lot of kicks. Certainly only a few of them made any score at all. Only one of them got to kick the winning goal.

But ALL of them walked off winners.

ALL of them walked of Grand Final Champions.

They ALL played their parts.

All my team-mates became “winners for life” that fine spring day.

And NO ONE can ever take that away from them.

This is what iPAS2 is really about.

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That might be your children.

That might be your family.

That might be other people that you know and want to contribute to in their journey of life.

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So are you ready to pull on those football socks and boots?

Are your ready to pull on your football jersey and shorts?

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Are you ready to do what my team mates and I did when we were just children?  To work hard and train hard for some years to be the best that we could be to become winners?

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The lesson we learned as boys if we wanted to play in the winning team was:


For us it was three years of hard training to be good enough to beat East Wagga Kooringal.

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I will see you on the inside!

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