With State Of Origin I just hours away, marking the beginning of the three game rivalry between New South Wales and Queensland, I am reminded of the pride which is rich in both states.
“Go the Blues!”
“Go the Maroons!”
These are familiar cries which can be heard from almost every New South Wales and Queensland household, cheering on their state favourite. Some family members of mine who live in Queensland consider themselves New South Welshmen for life and so bear the onslaught of friendly banter such as “traitor!” and “You’re committing treason!” This goes for anyone in New South Wales who considers themselves Queenslanders for life!
Amongst the friendly banter is a competitive nature which is fierce and gets fiery on the field and in the crowds. Those watching it on TV sit on the edge of their seats sweating out the result to see who will be ahead when the game is over.
The beauty of Australians in all this is that once that whistle sounds indicating full-time, despite tender wounds of a loss, or the heights of a win, and a few disgruntled comments about the ref, fans and players alike show true sportsmanship by congratulating the winner and moving forward to focusing on State Of Origin II.
One day many years ago, I wrote a poem about the State Of Origin which I would like to share with you at the start of the 2017 clash. It is titled……..
THE STATE OF ORIGIN’S ORIGIN
A cockroach and a toad
Met one day
Walking to the border
And along the way
They both got talking
About the sport they love.
It was rugby league
They were speaking of.
They thought it needed spice,
A little heating up.
They thought they could play
For a shield or a cup.
But it didn’t really matter
What they played for.
It was for state honour
And nothing more.
Teams were put together
And the crowds gathered in.
Everyone was betting
On who they thought would win.
With Maroons on one side
And Blues on the other,
Everybody ceased being
Uncle, son or brother.
They all played hard,
They all played to win,
Just so they could be
The State Of Origin.
Written by Allison Rose Clark © 1999