It’s not about how one plays the game.
It’s not about the taking part, stiff upper lip, wipe your mouth and walk away.
It’s only about winning and counting the bruises that mark the body at the end.
The more scars, the harder the battle! The deeper the smile the sweeter the taste of victory!
Let those who wish to participate for glory’s sake, or to see their name written in lights, quake on mention of your name.
Let those who played ‘well’ with their misplaced sense of honour intact, bury their pride in the very mud your boots churned over and spat over virgin blades.
It’s not ‘play up, play up and play the game’ it’s cut and blood, aching bones, heaving lungs and proud pain!