Old Yardleians RFC: Club News

This Bard's from the Yards

Fri, 10 Feb 2012 03:10

With the Arctic weather wiping out most of the action at the moment, former Old Yards, Coventry and North Mids super-flanker and crap kicker, Robin Sadler has selected his favourite poem for your enjoyment.
Why We Played The  Game

When the battle scars have  faded
And the truth becomes a lie
And the weekend smell of  liniment
Could almost make you cry.

When the last rucks well behind  you
And the man that ran now walks
It doesn't matter who you are
The  mirror sometimes talks

Have a good hard look old son!
The melons not  that great
The snoz that takes a sharp turn sideways
Used to be dead  straight

You're an advert for arthritis
You're a thoroughbred gone  lame
Then you ask yourself the question
Why the hell you played the  game?

Was there logic in the head knocks?
In the corks and in the  cuts?
Did common sense get pushed aside?
By manliness and guts?

Do  you sometimes sit and wonder
Why your time would often pass
In a tangled  mess of bodies
With your head up someones arse?

With a thumb hooked up  your nostril
Scratching gently on your brain
And an overgrown  Neanderthal
Rejoicing in your pain!

Mate - you must recall the  jersey
That was shredded into rags
Then the soothing sting of Dettol
On  a back engraved with tags!

It's almost worth admitting
Though with  some degree of shame
That your wife was right in asking
Why the hell you  played the game?

Why you'd always rock home legless
Like a cow on  roller skates
After drinking at the clubhouse
With your low down drunken  mates

Then you'd wake up - check your wallet
Not a solitary  coin
Drink Berocca by the bucket
Throw an ice pack on your  groin

Copping Sunday morning sermons
About boozers being  losers
While you limped like Quazimodo
With a half a thousand  bruises!

Yes - an urge to hug the porcelain
And curse sambuccas  name
Would always pose the question
Why the hell you played the  game!

And yet with every wound re-opened
As you grimly reminisce  it
Comes the most compelling feeling yet
God, you bloody miss  it!

From the first time that you laced a boot
And tightened every  stud
That virus known as rugby
Has been living in your blood

When  you dreamt it when you played it
All the rest took second fiddle
Now  you're standing on the sideline
But your hearts still in the  middle

And no matter where you travel
You can take it as  expected
There will always be a breed of people
Hopelessly  infected

If there's a teammate, then you'll find him
Like a  gravitating force
With a common understanding
And a beer or three, of  course

And as you stand there telling lies
Like it was yesterday old  friend
You'll know that if you had the chance
You'd do it all  again

You see - that's the thing with rugby
It will always be the  same
And that, I guarantee
Is why the hell you played the  game!!

Thank you Rob, lets hope that the weather improves.

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