The football season opened today.
In ancient Rome, long since the home Of gladiatorial hero, Who did his stunt to gain a grunt From callous coots like Nero, When sporting blokes took as mere jokes A short sword thro' the vitals, Adoring crowds with roaring loud Served them fame's full requitals. But I would sing as Pindar sang, And tune my concertina To chorusing of thundered slang That rocks the vast arena When "Tear 'em down!" rings thro' the town, To mark glad hours of leisure -- "Eat 'em alive!" And strong men strive To serve a people's pleasure. In modern Spain brave coves may gain Great note by doing battle, By cut and thrust, 'mid blood and dust, With agonised male cattle. And if one's scorn of hoof and horn Should prove misplaced, why trouble? Another comes to snatch the crumbs Of fame, and shouts "redouble." But I would hymn a cleaner game, A safer road to glory, As hard as any path to fame, Tho' hardly quite so gory. When sounds the call of "On the ball!" As in the ages hazy Stout heroes fight to prove their might And partisans go crazy.
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