Rudyard Kipling"
“When you're left wounded on Afganistan's plains and
the women come out to cut up what remains, Just roll to your rifle
and blow out your brains,
And go to your God like a soldier”
General Douglas MacArthur"
“We are not retreating. We are advancing in another direction.”
“It is fatal to enter any war without the will to win it.” “Old soldiers never die; they just fade away.
“The soldier, above all other people, prays for peace, for he must suffer and be the deepest wounds and scars of war.”
“May God have mercy upon my enemies, because I won't .” “The object of war is not to die for your country but to make the other bastard die for his.
“Nobody ever defended, there is only attack and attack and attack some more.
“It is foolish and wrong to mourn the men who died. Rather we should thank God that such men lived.
The Soldier stood and faced God
Which must always come to pass
He hoped his shoes were shining
Just as bright as his brass
"Step forward you Soldier,
How shall I deal with you?
Have you always turned the other cheek?
To My Church have you been true?"
"No, Lord, I guess I ain't
Because those of us who carry guns
Can't always be a saint."
I've had to work on Sundays
And at times my talk was tough,
And sometimes I've been violent,
Because the world is awfully rough.
But, I never took a penny
That wasn't mine to keep.
Though I worked a lot of overtime
When the bills got just too steep,
The Soldier squared his shoulders and said
And I never passed a cry for help
Though at times I shook with fear,
And sometimes, God forgive me,
I've wept unmanly tears.
I know I don't deserve a place
Among the people here.
They never wanted me around
Except to calm their fears.
If you've a place for me here,
Lord, It needn't be so grand,
I never expected or had too much,
But if you don't, I'll understand."
There was silence all around the throne
Where the saints had often trod
As the Soldier waited quietly,
For the judgment of his God.
"Step forward now, you Soldier,
You've borne your burden well.
Walk peacefully on Heaven's streets,
You've done your time in Hell."
A national sport that stopped being national by Frankie D'Cruz
Friday, April 10, 2026
Free Malaysia Today : When large parts of the talent base stop feeding into Malaysian hockey, the issue is no longer selection, but structure. When Nor Saiful Zaini called for Malaysian hockey to rediscover its broader roots, he was not being sentimental.
He was issuing a warning.
The former international pointed to a growing absence that now defines the limits of the national team.
This is not about who plays today. It is about who no longer arrives.
For more than three decades, Malaysian teams set out to compete.
They drew from a wide sweep of schools, clubs, and playing environments, producing sides that could read the game, adapt, and endure.
That breadth did not come from design. It came from reach.
The game once spread far enough for talent to surface from many directions.
That reach has narrowed.
The signs do not shout, but they repeat. A smaller base. Fewer entry points. A game that still produces committed athletes, but from a pool that is no longer as wide or varied as before.
When the base shrinks, everything above it follows.
Recent performances reflect that shift.
The effort remains and the preparation shows. But when matches tighten and opponents adjust, the response often looks the same.
Variation, once a strength, is harder to find.
This is not a failure of players. It is the outcome of what the system now produces.
A structural imbalance has taken hold.
Development has grown more concentrated. Centralised programmes have improved elite preparation, but they also draw from a limited funnel.
What strengthens the top has, over time, reduced the range beneath it.
Across the country, the game still lives. Clubs organise.
Individuals coach. Young players step forward.
Hockey has not disappeared. The connection has.
Too often, promising players emerge at school or club level and stall. Progression beyond that point is unclear.
The step into state squads varies. The leap to national contention feels even more distant.
When that link weakens, participation drops.
Perception shapes behaviour. When players sense that advancement is uncertain, they walk away. Not suddenly, but steadily enough to shrink the pool.
That is how a national sport becomes smaller without anyone announcing it.
Responsibility cannot be diffused.
The Malaysian Hockey Confederation must answer a simple question: how wide is the base feeding the national team?
Development is not measured by intensity at the top alone, but by how far the system reaches outward.
State associations carry the same burden.
Without structured competitions, active scouting, and sustained programmes, they stop acting as bridges and become bottlenecks.
The system then works hard at the top, but draws from too little beneath.
This is where Nor Saiful’s point sharpens.
When entire segments of the hockey-playing population stop appearing at the highest level, the issue is not selection at the end. It is loss at the beginning.
Rebuilding will not come from adjusting the final team sheet. It must start where the game begins.
School competitions need to matter again, not as casual events, but as proving grounds.
Clubs and community organisers need direct links into state structures so that talent does not disappear after it is spotted.
Entry into the sport must be easier, clearer, and sustained.
The game must also give something back.
Uncertainty over long-term prospects continues to limit commitment. Without stronger support — in education, finance, and career planning — the base will not grow.
Malaysian hockey does not lack effort. It lacks reach.
Until that reach returns, the conversation will keep circling the wrong question.
This is no longer about who is selected. It is about who has already been lost before selection begins.