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From: Al Wright.17/03/08.

Ode to Saturdays Game

The Reminiscing Relics Reunion

Weaver’s a star

What’s that you said

But he’s done great work

Out on the web

People are coming

From far and wide

Travelling by plane

And on the tide

Plym Vic are worried

The masters are here

Bloody youngsters

Should now start to fear

A ref’s required

A bit out of date

Not used a law book

Since 78

The laws have changed

Or to be more true

No one now cares

When I’ am treading on you

The time is now

Too late to train

Those who didn’t

Will endure great pain

There’s plenty volunteering

Willing and able

Just hope their heart rate

Stays nice and stable

Plenty of people

Think they’re up to the task

Truth be told

They’re fit for the cask

Grim Reaper f**k off

I’m not getting in

Least not till I’ve had

One great last win

Sooty’s still going

He’s long overdue

What keeps him going

Must be Voodoo

We are in with a chance

Ball swiftly rucked

But if it goes wide

Oh dear we’re ‘f**ked’

Mental toughness required

To win the game

You aren’t going to start

Till you remember your name

We’re going to win

I hear you all shout

But you’ll hurt in the morning

Of that there’s no doubt

Let’s give it a go

Get out for a run

You might score a try

There is no more fun

A try right now

How do we score

Is that 5 points

Or perhaps just 4

Whatever the score

At the end of the game

Off to the pub

The ends just the same

Perhaps the old men

Have a different routine

Home to their slippers

And warm Ovaltine

From: Al Wright.17/03/08.