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bloggins
Words like nauseating, egotistical, arrogant, self confident (nuff) are often used to describe the spirit of KC old boys far and wide. But are we all of these things? There may very well be some truth in that I don’t know, but if there is, has anyone taken the time to really look into Y.
Where as for each KC old boy KC holds the key to something very personal and each has his own story about what KC and being a KC old boy actually means, one thing is for certain, we all love KC in a special way.
There are those who love to hate us and hate to love us and we say the same right back at you. Though not needing to give an explanation as to why we are how we are, I think that there are a few lessons in life that can be learnt by all who came in contact with us last night in the national stadium.
The day started for me @ about 2 PM to an already standing room only in the KC adopted section of the stadium. The space quickly turned into no room only, and even then we welcomed supporters, Old Boys, Band Waggonists and all else whomsoever may come. The cheers coming from the KC stand could be heard resonating throughout the stadium when we won and even louder when we lost a race because “the brave may fall but never yield”
Let’s move now to the point where the fracas began at the opposite end of the stadium. You would have noticed that not a single person from the KC section of the stadium sought refuge elsewhere as they knew they were “safe with us”. What did happen though was testimony to the KC spirit, the of NNNOOOOOO WWWAAAARRRR was strung up by the Cadets and quickly the rest joined in. This was followed by chants of redemption song, the 23rd psalm, and other fitting tunes which called for an end to violence and spoke to the need for collective harmony in and outside of the stadium.
The police called for the patrons to return to the stands after things seemed to be settled and also called for the people sitting on the walls to come down. Not more than 10 seconds there after, the chants to come down please “ lead by a cungo ridin from the drums” got people into a fever and everybody on the walls on the KC side came down. Were they KC old boys? We don’t know. Could this have happened on the other side of the stadium, did it? NO and NO
Then came that build a vibe spirit again which saw us making SEVERAL attempts to start a wave until finally, it got going. Let me pause here and ask a question, JC what’s with stopping the wave? A kill vibes ting dat enuh!!!!!!. We sent the wave Left, it stopped at JC, we sent it right it stopped at JC (which incidentally was where the fight broke out, accident? You make you make up your own mind). So again the brave may fall but never yield and we continued the wave left and right, not paying much attention to JC and their unwillingness to be party to the fun and frolicking taking place around them. The rest of us had a good time.
Some may say “though the pollsters of Tech Jamaica disagreed” that KC was only too eager to see the champs continue because we knew that we would win, but I put it to you that, even in the days that I has the honour of attending the college (those days we were not winning as much), the vide, spirit, love for the school and willingness to support the men on the field was as much there as it was yesterday. Because the brave may fall but never yield.
So nauseating, egotistical, arrogant, self confident, I would not go that far, but Proud and successful, probably.
Thank you Bishop, that you KC.
Bloggins