Mhofu doesn’t have a contract

◆ team or we are going to crumble.

“Inch by inch, play by play, till we’re finished. We are in hell right now, gentlemen believe me, and we can stay here and get the s**t kicked out of us or we can fight our way back into the light.

“We can climb out of hell, one inch, at a time. Now I can’t do it for you, I’m too old, I look around and I see these young faces and I think I made every wrong choice a middle age man could make - I p****d away all my money, believe it or not, I chased off anyone who has ever loved me.

“And lately, I can’t even stand the face I see in the mirror. You find out that life is just 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 step too late or to early you don’t quite make it.

“One half second too slow or too fast and you don’t quite catch it. The inches we need are everywhere around us. They are in every break of the game, every minute, every second. “On this team, we fight for that inch, on this team, we tear ourselves, and everyone around us to pieces for that inch, we claw with our finger nails for that inch, because we know when we add up all those inches, that’s going to make the f *****g difference between WINNING and LOSING, between LIVING and DYING.’’

It was like listening to Mhofu yesterday and, given he doesn’t have a contract, that’s remarkable.