Curtis Myrie, ContributorI'M READY. Have been for quite some time but now I'm fully prepared. 'Fully loaded'.
Braving heart - and soul, the Reggae Boyz is now a chest-beating battle cry. Got something gold to wear - something gold to wave. I'm ready to rave.
Fuelled and fired up, it's now a frenzy. I'm the team member in the stands. Passion driven, I'll dance in my seat; my unyielding spirit, my whole being, swaying - rocking to the rhythm of our Reggae Boyz national senior football team.
It's my very own pulse beat. I'm on the field of play. In the middle of it all. Support, unmatched, is 'full hundred'.
No other way to be. With each game, with the world at our feet, we'll all stand with our team - to the last man, woman and child. That's a loyalty, unswerving, because here we give no ground. Our game is more than matches played - won, drawn or lost.
That will not determine how we stand. We'll guard our gates, without retreat, without surrender. Falling, if ever, we'll take the field, however, always, to rise again.
It's how our match report is to be read. The Reggae Boyz, team and country, of indisputable will and valour. Men about their game like gladiators. Men, and women, moulded. There is purpose and character with every move made, defining image and identity. More than the score at the end of the match our game is a report on national conduct.
That's the scorecard kept, game by game.
We begin with how we all rise to the national anthem at each engagement, something over the years that we were forgetting to do ... for an increasing number of us were behaving as if it were a bother. Saluting the anthem and rallying cry, demonstrably portrays how we all stand together as family.
It's quite a portrait at each national fixture of what's more than just civil conduct. A defining moment, we sing this national song of how we're stirred. An army, even, at attention.
We'll march like this. We'll play like this. A team, together, in concert. Through this sport we'll soar - with goals, with aims and ambitions propelled.
That's football - the fever pitched game we play. The one that we take the field, being so fervent about.
Let's fan the flames. Our World Cup campaign needs this fire. We all need this bond.
Increasingly, it breaks new ground for us to continue to build solidarity. The stadium filled, coloured in gold, is such a fine show of us clinging together as one. That picture is an indelible imprint. Framed and mounted in our hearts and minds they become self portraits that never fade.
It's the vibe now that must be felt. That pulsating heart beat. Racing, raging. Passion, which keeps pressing us on.
We'll keep rocking to that reggae rhythm and beat. In a revival trance even
to the haunting drum and bass. Go call the crew, get your colours and let's all get there early. The 'reggaemania party' is always long before 'kick-off'.
We'll revel, we'll rave. Our unconditional support for our Reggae Boyz is one feverish cry from the brave.
Curtis Myrie is a sports journalist and marketer, specialising in promotional campaigns, advertising, television production and publications.
