Many years ago, my friend Quah Kim Song, an outstanding footballer groomed by Uncle Choo Seng Quee (Singapore’s legendary football coach of the 60s and 70s) since the age of ten, related to me an incident that I had not forgotten to this day.
Song said that at one training session when they had just started to sing the national anthem, the rain suddenly fell. Everyone started to run back to the dormitory for shelter. When they had shaken the water off their bodies, it was then that they realised Uncle Choo was not with them. On looking out onto the field, they saw the old man, standing motionless in front of the flag-post, with the incessant rain pelting down on him. All the players were so ashamed that they went back to the field.
(Wong Wee Nam, on The Online Citizen)