And men abed in England …
So with the the regular manager on holiday I was drafted in the manage the under 10s. We were playing Woolton Rangers who are top of the league. Here’s my pre-match team talk:
This story shall the good man teach his son,
And Crispin Crispian shall ne’er go by
From this day to the ending of the world
But we in it shall be rememberèd,
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers.
For he today that sheds his blood with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne’er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition.
And gentlemen in England now abed
Shall think themselves accursed they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That fought with us upon Saint Crispin’s day
The score? oh 8-0. Cough.
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