GRUNT NATION – We observe today not a victory of a team but a celebration of a nation – symbolizing an end as well as a beginning – signifying rebirth as well as change. For I have come before you to the same solemn pitch that our forebears built centuries ago.
The pitch is very different now. For coaches hold in their hands the power to destroy the opposition and all forms of life on the pitch. And yet the same beliefs for which each coach fights are still all for naught – for they come not from coaches but from the fickle hand of Nuffle.
We dare not forget today that we are the heirs of that fickleness. Let the message ring true, to goblin and troll alike, that the torch has not been extinguished and is unwilling to witness or permit the dissolution of those orcs that this nation has always commended, and to which we are committed today.
Let every nation know; whether it wishes us well or ill, that we shall pay any price, bear any burden, meet any team, support any friend, oppose any foe to assure the survival and the success of the tribe.
This much we vow – and more.
To those old allies whose tribe we share, we pledge a pact of greenskin loyalty. United, there are few who stand in our way. Divided, there are few who will not be split asunder.
To those new teams whom we welcome to the ranks of the league, we pledge our word that we will rule with an iron tyranny. We shall not expect those outside the tribe to support our view. But we can always hope to find them strongly supporting their own ventures – and to remember that, in the past, those who foolishly sought victory ended up defeated.
Finally, to those who would make themselves our adversary, we offer not a pledge but a request: that both sides begin anew the quest for glory, before the dark powers of Nuffle unleash a torrent of misfortune.
So let us begin anew – remembering that death is not a sign of tyranny, and victory is always a matter of prospective. Let us never act out of uncertainty. But let us never fear the uncertain.
All this will not be finished in the first three seasons. Nor will it be finished in the first twenty, nor in the life of this Coach, nor even perhaps in the lifetime of the Nation. But let us begin!
In your hands, my fellow Grunts, more than mine, will rest the final success or failure of our venture. Since this Nation was founded, each tribe has been summoned to give testimony to its natural loyalty. The graves of young grunts who have answered the call of the pitch surround the Nation.
Now the pitch summons us again – not as a barren wasteland, though we will lay waste to it – but as a call to battle, year in and year out against the common enemies of the nation: skaven, elves and Nuffle himself.
Can we forge against these enemies a grand Nation? Will you join in that historic effort?
In the long history of the league, only a few have been granted the role of representing the tribe in its hour of maximum danger. I do not shrink from this responsibility – I welcome it. I do not believe that any of us would wish for any other Nation. The energy, the faith, the devotion which we bring to this endeavor will set a blaze upon our enemies – and the glow will bath the Nation for the world to see.
And so, my fellow Grunts: ask not what your Nation has done for you – ask instead what you can do for your Nation!
My fellow grunts of the Nation: ask not what the Nation will do for you, but what together we can do for the glory of the Nation.
Finally, whether you are a citizen of the Nation, ask of us here the same high standards of strength and sacrifice which we ask of you. With a good battle on the pitch our only sure reward, with the record books the final judge of our deeds, let us go forth to lead the Nation we love, asking Nuffle’s blessing and help, but knowing that on the pitch the victory must truly be our own.