I don't know what to say really...
Three minutes to the biggest battle of our professional lifes.
All comes down to today.
Aaahiidee we heal or we gonna crumble.
We're in hell right now, gentlemen. Believe me.
Ooor we can fight our way back into the light.
We can climb outta hell.
One inch at a time.
I mean, that's. that's part of life.
You find out life's a game of inches, so is football.
Because in either game, life or football,
the margin for error is so small.
I mean, one half a step too late or too early and you don't quite make it.
One half second too slow, too fast and you don't quite catch it.
The inches we need are everywhere around us. (Hell yeah)
They're in every break of the game, every minute, every seconds.
On this team, we fight for that inch.
On this team, we tear ourselves and everyone else around us to pieces for that inch.
We claw with our fingernails for that inch.
Because we know, when we add up all those inches, that's gonna make the fucking difference between winning and losing. (Yeah)
Between living and dying! (Yeah)
I tell you this, in any fight it's the guy whose willing to die whose gonna win that inch.
And I know, if I'm gonna have any life anymore, it's because I'm still willing to fight and die for that inch.
Because that's what living is.
The 6 inches in front of your face.
Now - what are you gonna do?

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