“And each forgets, as he strips and runs With a brilliant, fitful pace, It's the steady, quiet, plodding ones Who win in the lifelong race. And each forgets that his youth has fled, Forgets that his prime is past, Till he stands one day, with a hope that's dead, In the glare of the truth at last.” RunningLastsPastWinningForgetRaceYouthFailureOne DayQuietBrilliantPrimePaceSteadyLifelongGlare Book:Robert W. Service: Selected Poetry and Prose Source: Robert W. Service: Selected Poetry and Prose
“I've not had to ask permission from Geraldine to take the job. I'm one of the few men in this life who are not under the thumb. I'm stronger than that. Did she want me out of the house? Listen, she's wanted me out of the house for the past 27 years and has often asked me not to come back again. But I always show up, and really, she can't do without me, because I'm brilliant.” MenWantYearsShowsWantedJobsPastAsksHouseFootballStrongerBrilliantManagersThis LifeSoccerWant MePermissionThumbsChairmanBack AgainHe Wants Me Author:Martin O'Neill