I Ain't Won But One. My Team

One Man Doesn't Make A Team. It Takes Eleven.

You Never Know How A Horse Will Pull Until You Hook Him To A Heavy Load.

The Faint Old Man Shall Lean His Silver Head To Feel Thee; Thou Shalt Kiss The Child Asleep, And Dry The Moistened Curls That Overspread His Temples, While His Breathing Grows More Deep.

But There's One Thing About Quitters You Have To Guard Against - They Are Contagious. If One Boy Goes, The Chances Are He'll Take Somebody With Him, And You Don't Want That. So When They Would Start Acting That Way, I Used To Pack Them Up And Get Them Out, Or Embarrass Them, Or Do Something To Turn Them Around.

I Know What It Takes To Win. If I Can Sell Them On What It Takes To Win, Then We Are Not Going To Lose Too Many Football Games.