Two more to watch today,
Leaving just four to play,
Four of the forty eight
And I have seen them all.
Forty two matches of the game
The gentleman’s game,
The gentleman’s game played by hooligans.
Each game has been different,
In each game power has been seen,
Skill has been seen,
But tempers are rarely raised.
The beauty of rugby is just that
When the final whistle goes,
The hooligans become gentlemen
And leave the field together,
Talking, laughing and joking.
Those watching are the same,
All intermingled,
Wanting their team to win,
But only on the pitch.
They laugh, sing and drink with each other,
Before after and during each match,
As the most important thing is the game,
The game of Rugby,
Rugby, that game for gentlemen,
Played by hooligans.