Mazer Rackham

From this article by Brent Crosswell: http://www.theage.com.au/articles/2003/09/26/1064083189022.html?from=storyrhs The coach calls us into the centre of the ground and we form a half circle around him. You're standing next to your teammates, who are closer to you than brothers; bonded by time, pain, humiliation, by triumphs. And you love every one of them in their common humanity. They were the kids you would have loved to have had living next door, but you weren't so lucky. You would have kicked end-to-end to your heart's content, then.