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Offline Aidanb

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A Poem for old rugby players...........
« on: December 10, 2014, 09:42:40 AM »


When the battle scars have faded
And the truth becomes a lie
And the weekend smell of liniment
Could almost make you cry.

When the last rucks well behind you
And the man that ran now walks
It doesn’t matter who you are
The mirror sometimes talks

Have a good hard look old son!
The melons not that great
The snoz that takes a sharp turn sideways
Used to be dead straight

You’re an advert for arthritis
You’re a thoroughbred gone lame
Then you ask yourself the question
Why the hell you played the game?

Was there logic in the head knocks?
In the corks and in the cuts?
Did common sense get pushed aside?
By manliness and guts?

Do you sometimes sit and wonder
Why your time would often pass
In a tangled mess of bodies
With your head up someone’s......?

With a thumb hooked up your nostril
Scratching gently on your brain
And an overgrown Neanderthal
Rejoicing in your pain!

Mate – you must recall the jersey
That was shredded into rags
Then the soothing sting of Dettol
On a back engraved with tags!

It’s almost worth admitting
Though with some degree of shame
That your wife was right in asking
Why the hell you played the game?

Why you’d always rock home legless
Like a cow on roller skates
After drinking at the clubhouse
With your low down drunken mates

Then you’d wake up – check your wallet
Not a solitary coin
Drink Berocca by the bucket
Throw an ice pack on your groin

Copping Sunday morning sermons
About boozers being losers
While you limped like Quasimodo
With a half a thousand bruises!

Yes – an urge to hug the porcelain
And curse Sambuca’s name
Would always pose the question
Why the hell you played the game!

And yet with every wound re-opened
As you grimly reminisce it
Comes the most compelling feeling yet
God, you bloody miss it!

From the first time that you laced a boot
And tightened every stud
That virus known as rugby
Has been living in your blood

When you dreamt it when you played it
All the rest took second fiddle
Now you’re standing on the sideline
But your hearts still in the middle

And no matter where you travel
You can take it as expected
There will always be a breed of people
Hopelessly infected

If there’s a teammate, then you’ll find him
Like a gravitating force
With a common understanding
And a beer or three, of course

And as you stand there telling lies
Like it was yesterday old friend
You’ll know that if you had the chance
You’d do it all again

You see – that’s the thing with rugby
It will always be the same
And that, I guarantee
Is why the hell you played the game!


from a facebook page called Memories Rugby Football Club

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Re: A Poem for old rugby players...........
« Reply #1 on: December 10, 2014, 10:33:53 AM »
FANTASTIC!!!  Speaks volumes for us old timers.  Think l'll print it off and show it to the wife, cos it sums up all the things l wanted to say in defence of why l wanted to be involved in our beautiful game.

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Re: A Poem for old rugby players...........
« Reply #2 on: December 10, 2014, 12:23:10 PM »
it also shows her what she has had to put up with and women dont need reminded of the bad things we have done

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A Poem For Old Rugby Players
« Reply #3 on: December 10, 2014, 04:53:10 PM »
I came across this and thought I'd like to share it!

When the battle scars have faded
And the truth becomes a lie
And the weekend smell of liniment
Could almost make you cry.

When the last rucks well behind you
And the man that ran now walks
It doesn’t matter who you are
The mirror sometimes talks

Have a good hard look old son!
The melons not that great
The snoz that takes a sharp turn sideways
Used to be dead straight

You’re an advert for arthritis
You’re a thoroughbred gone lame
Then you ask yourself the question
Why the hell you played the game?

Was there logic in the head knocks?
In the corks and in the cuts?
Did common sense get pushed aside?
By manliness and guts?

Do you sometimes sit and wonder
Why your time would often pass
In a tangled mess of bodies
With your head up someone’s......?

With a thumb hooked up your nostril
Scratching gently on your brain
And an overgrown Neanderthal
Rejoicing in your pain!

Mate – you must recall the jersey
That was shredded into rags
Then the soothing sting of Dettol
On a back engraved with tags!

It’s almost worth admitting
Though with some degree of shame
That your wife was right in asking
Why the hell you played the game?

Why you’d always rock home legless
Like a cow on roller skates
After drinking at the clubhouse
With your low down drunken mates

Then you’d wake up – check your wallet
Not a solitary coin
Drink Berocca by the bucket
Throw an ice pack on your groin

Copping Sunday morning sermons
About boozers being losers
While you limped like Quasimodo
With a half a thousand bruises!

Yes – an urge to hug the porcelain
And curse Sambuca’s name
Would always pose the question
Why the hell you played the game!

And yet with every wound re-opened
As you grimly reminisce it
Comes the most compelling feeling yet
God, you bloody miss it!

From the first time that you laced a boot
And tightened every stud
That virus known as rugby
Has been living in your blood

When you dreamt it when you played it
All the rest took second fiddle
Now you’re standing on the sideline
But your hearts still in the middle

And no matter where you travel
You can take it as expected
There will always be a breed of people
Hopelessly infected

If there’s a teammate, then you’ll find him
Like a gravitating force
With a common understanding
And a beer or three, of course

And as you stand there telling lies
Like it was yesterday old friend
You’ll know that if you had the chance
You’d do it all again

You see – that’s the thing with rugby
It will always be the same
And that, I guarantee
Is why the hell you played the game!

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Re: A Poem For Old Rugby Players
« Reply #4 on: December 10, 2014, 06:26:18 PM »
Need to post this on my tombstone - better be a big one !

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Re: A Poem For Old Rugby Players
« Reply #5 on: December 10, 2014, 06:53:29 PM »
It'll be of skyscraper proportions Dave  ;D

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Re: A Poem for old rugby players...........
« Reply #6 on: December 10, 2014, 07:09:09 PM »
Fortunately, most of my injuries were from the days before we got together so she's had it pretty easy mate.  I think I moaned to her once and got no sympathy, so spent the last fifteen years of my playing days suffering in silence  ;)

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Re: A Poem for old rugby players...........
« Reply #7 on: December 16, 2014, 01:15:08 PM »
i am currently having 4 week rest from work because I injured my shoulder this time last december in training.

Surgery a week ago and now fully and wholly retired forever from rugby.

Cricket is a different matter.

My wife is excellent but gives me no sympathy which is only right.

at 46 i am too old to play and shouldnt really have gone back. 

I enjoyed my tim playing though

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Re: A Poem for old rugby players...........
« Reply #8 on: December 16, 2014, 08:53:34 PM »
I'm the same bud. Propped for 28 years and retired when I was 39. Miss playing but happy with the memories I've got, Made some fantastic lifelong friends and visited some interesting places. Given the chance I'd do it all again, no regrets. I didn't think I'd enjoy retirement but the banter on our touchline is amazing.

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Re: A Poem for old rugby players...........
« Reply #9 on: February 23, 2017, 04:45:14 PM »
Sick of hearing that poem at funerals. Far too long for that particular function. It makes you smile the first 30-odd times you hear it. Did I miss something or did Renegade say he'd 'come across it somewhere' then simply type it all out again two posts later?

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Re: A Poem for old rugby players...........
« Reply #10 on: April 05, 2017, 11:29:52 AM »
Dementia must have got to Renegade when he copied and pasted that poem just a little after I'd posted it


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Re: A Poem for old rugby players...........
« Reply #11 on: April 05, 2017, 07:30:23 PM »
Thats ex front row for you mate... ower many knocks to the heed.