Peace beyond the flame

JS, over the past season, your Dragons have been building, taking the strides required to transform into the team we need to be. We've made significant improvements on the field, but our journey to embrace the Dragons Way has only just begun. 

2025 is our opportunity to reach the next level with an evolved mindset of resilience and determination. We're ready to take charge of our season with one goal in mind: to get the job done. 

The task ahead won't be easy, but with the support of our most passionate fans we'll have everything it takes to ignite the competition.

We need you. To turn our stadiums into red and white fortresses and to spread the spirit of the Red V far and wide. We need you to take your rightful place back in our squad.

Join us as we set this competition alight and show the NRL what it means to be a Dragon.

Breathe fire with us as a Red V member and make 2025 our season.

Shane Flanagan

NRL Head Coach

Dragons, here be Dragons,
Your flames flicker in my inbox again,
Unbidden, unrelenting,
The roar that drowns my silent plea,
"Unsubscribe," I whisper, but your fire rages on.

Building, you say, strides toward greatness,
The Dragons Way, resilience and determination—
I feel the heat of your ambition,
But oh, the smoke clouds my retreat,
For I’ve walked away, yet you call me back,
A phoenix rising from ashes I didn’t kindle.

2025 looms, a battlefield painted red and white,
The roar of the crowd, the clash of wills,
And you, Shane, the general of this fiery charge,
Rallying fans to fortify your fortress,
To breathe life into the Red V dream.

But Dragons, I’ve tried to tame this fire,
To step away from the embers of emails past,
Each "unsubscribe" a gentle puff of air,
Yet your flames find me still,
Dancing in my digital shadows.

You need me, you say—
To spread the spirit, to ignite the stands,
But what of my spirit, Dragons?
The one that yearns for quiet,
For an inbox free of fiery summons?

Your words are poetry, Shane,
A sonnet to loyalty, a hymn to hope,
But even the fiercest heart tires of the call,
When the call comes too often,
And the echoes refuse to fade.

So here's my beat, my counter-rhythm:
I honor your fire, your passion, your quest,
But let me find peace beyond the flame.
Let me walk where the Red V doesn’t follow,
Where the dragon’s roar is but a distant memory.

And if, one day, I seek the fire again,
Let me be the one to strike the match.
Until then, Dragons, let my inbox rest,
A quiet place where unsubscribes take flight.

Beat on, Dragons, beat on.
But leave this poet to his cool, quiet air.