Postponed...

Dudes and Dudettes...

The Post-IVP is about to be turned into a Post-POST-IVP celebration.

We've heard that it's too close to the prelims for comfort, so...
We'll have it some other time.

Now...
Concentrate!

Cheers

Babes Exclusive!!!

Calling all ladies from Blacks FC!!

Sick and tired of mugging all day?
Its time to shack some sweat and relax your muscles!!
Come join us for our tuesday training with Jaime!!
Newbies and ivp players are strongly encouraged to come down so you can perfect your skills!

Date: 19 Feb 2008 (tomorrow)
time: 630pm-9pm (don't be late as we don't wanna waste court time for warm-ups)

kindly msg raelle or jac yr attn. CYA!!!

Have Another SHOT! - POSTPONED

Gd'Day Folks...

Still feeling too high from the IVP 08' season to properly concentrate on the exams??

You need closure man...
And we've got just the thing!

Fun Sesson for one and all!
And it's not JUST a hit around...

We'll be celebrating too!
And what's a celebration without food.

So make your way down to...

>> Valhall (Next to the cage and near the National Stadium)
Map of the location: http://www.valhall.com.sg/contact.htm
>> 22nd Feb 08 (Friday)
>> 7pm till Late

You can come dressed in anything you like (yes Ess... even diving shoes), but we recommend something you can run in.

Admission is Free!
So take one more shot (pardon the pun) before the exams.

Cheers all you good people!

CNY Day 4 Training @_@

Event: TRAINING for Division 1 & ALL GUYS/GALS interested @ SPANs

Time: 10 Feb Sunday, 630pm
Attire: Everybody MUST bring 2 tees - Black & White

Time: 12 Feb Tuesday, 6pm
Attire: Everybody MUST bring 2 tees - Black & White

*Happy & Prosperous CNY to all, HUAT AH!

The Race by Delbert H. Groberg

Quit, Give up! You're beaten! They shout at me and plead.

There's just too much against you now, this time you can't succeed.
And as I start to hang my head in front of failure's face,

My downward fall is broken by the memory of a race.
And hope fills my weakened will, as I recall that scene

For just the thought of that short race rejuvenates my being.

A children's race -- young boys, young girls.How I remember so well.
They all lined up so full of hope; each thought to win that race,
Or tie for first, or if not that, at least tie for second place.
And every parent watched from off the side, cheering for their daughters and their sons,
And every kid hoped to show their mom and dad, that they would be the one.
The whistle blew and off they went, young hearts and hopes afire.
To win and be the hero was each and every kid's desire.
And one boy in particular whose dad was in the crowd,
Was running near the lead and thought, my dad will be so proud.

But as they speeded down the field, across a shallow dip,
The little boy who thought to win, lost his step and slipped.
And trying hard to catch himself, his hands flew out to brace,
Mid the laughter of the crowd he fell right upon his face.
So down he fell and with him hope, he couldn't win it now,
Embarrassed, sad, if he could only disappear somehow.
But as he fell his dad stood up and showed his anxious face,
Which to the boy so clearly said, "Get up and win the race."
He quickly rose, no damage done, behind a bit, that's all,
And ran with all his mind and might to make up for his fall.
So anxious to restore himself -- to catch up and to win,
His mind went faster than his legs -- and he slipped and fell again.
He wished that he had quit before with only one disgrace,"I'm hopeless as a runner now, I shouldn't try to race."
But in the laughing crowd, he searched and found his father's face,
That steady look which said again, "Get up and win the race."
So up he jumped to try again, ten yards behind the last.
"If I'm going to gain those yards," he thought, "I've got to move real fast."
Exerting everything he had, he regained eight or ten,
But trying so hard to catch the lead he slipped and fell again.

Defeat! He lay there silently, a tear dropped from his eye."There's no sense running any more. Three strikes, I'm out. Why should I even try?
The will to rise had disappeared, all hope had fled away.
So far behind, so error prone, a loser all the way.
"I've lost, so what's the use?" he thought, "I'll live with my disgrace."
But then he thought about his dad whom soon he'd have to face.
Get up, an echo sounded, get up and take your place.You were not meant for failure here,
Get up and win the race.
With borrowed will, Get up, it said, You haven't lost at all.
For winning is no more than this: To rise each time you fall.
So up he rose to run once more, and with a new commit,
He resolved that win or lose, at least he wouldn't quit.
So far behind the others now, the most he'd ever been.
Still he gave it all he had and ran as though to win.
Three times he'd fallen, stumbling: Three time he rose again.
Too far behind to hope to win, he still ran his best to the end.

They cheered the winning runner as she crossed the line in first place.
Head high and proud, and happy, no falling, no disgrace.
But when the fallen youngster crossed the line in final place,
The crowd gave him the greatest cheer for just finishing the race.
And even though he came in last with head bowed low, unproud,
You would have thought he'd won the race to listen to the crowd.
And to his dad he sadly said, "I didn't do so well."
"To me, you won," his father said, "You rose each time you fell."

And now when things seem dark and hard and difficult to face,
The memory of that little boy should help all of us in our race.
For all of life is like that race with ups and down and all,
And all you have to do to win, is rise each time you fall.
"Quit, give up, you're beaten," they will always shout in your face.
But another voice within you will say, "Get up and win the race."

Our first win in Div 1 is near...Its a matter of time. Lets work towards it and never quit.

COME ON BLACKS!