Narrated by Wallabies great, Tim Horan, and featuring Andrew Kellaway and Rob Leota, we are proud to launch M.J. Bale’s ‘The Unforgiving Minute.’

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New coach. New squad. New mindset.  

When the pressure mounts, the whistle blows and the world seems against them, will the new-look Wallabies keep their heads and rise to the occasion?

In the coming days coach Joe Schmidt will take a fresh-faced Wallabies team into an action-packed July Test series against Wales and Georgia. Followed by the Rugby Championship, a Bledisloe Cup series, the end-of-season tour to the UK and the famed British & Irish Lions series in 2025, the chance for the Wallabies to rise and regain a position as a global power is in their own hands.  

Narrated by Wallaby great, Tim Horan, and featuring players Andrew Kellaway, Rob Leota, and Pone Fa’amausili ‘The Unforgiving Minute’ is an M.J. Bale short film reminding Wallabies fans of the fleeting nature of success and failure.  

As the Official Tailor of the Wallabies, we are with them on their journey and stand fast in our support.  

If 

By Rudyard Kipling 

If you can keep your head when all about you 

Are losing theirs and blaming it on you, 

If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, 

But make allowance for their doubting too; 

If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, 

Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies, 

Or being hated, don’t give way to hating, 

And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise: 

If you can dream—and not make dreams your master; 

If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim; 

If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster 

And treat those two impostors just the same; 

If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken 

Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, 

Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, 

And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools: 

If you can make one heap of all your winnings 

And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss, 

And lose, and start again at your beginnings 

And never breathe a word about your loss; 

If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew 

To serve your turn long after they are gone, 

And so hold on when there is nothing in you 

Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’ 

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, 

Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch, 

If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you, 

If all men count with you, but none too much; 

If you can fill the unforgiving minute 

With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run, 

Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it, 

And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!