Triumph through Adversity

[Champagneblade]

(Best read in the voice of Michael Sheen )

I feel the current circumstances are setting up moments that we revel in.

We are not the team who lauds it over others and succeeds at a canter.

We are a team who thrives on adversity, who cherishes the underdog tag and who rises to the challenge of being written off.

They're already saying that we're only top because we're at our maximum and because others haven't got started. They're saying that Bash is finished and that Billy is too old, too slow. They're saying we're not good enough to last the course.

Well, didn't they say the same, that Christmas under Bassett when Nottingham Forest came to town? Didn't they all predict Wilder's team would finish bottom, not 9th? Didn't they all bounce and laud in our misery, only to be silenced?

So come now Blades men, you sons of Speed, let's grasp the nettle, let's show them how we are forged in steel. Let's rip these teams apart limb from limb. In the spirit of Hagan, Currie, Woodward, Deane and all those who came before.

Come on you Red and White Wizards!!!!!

 

[Isaw Joeshaw]

(Best read in the voice of Michael Sheen )

I feel the current circumstances are setting up moments that we revel in.

We are not the team who lauds it over others and succeeds at a canter.

We are a team who thrives on adversity, who cherishes the underdog tag and who rises to the challenge of being written off.

They're already saying that we're only top because we're at our maximum and because others haven't got started. They're saying that Bash is finished and that Billy is too old, too slow. They're saying we're not good enough to last the course.

Well, didn't they say the same, that Christmas under Bassett when Nottingham Forest came to town? Didn't they all predict Wilder's team would finish bottom, not 9th? Didn't they all bounce and laud in our misery, only to be silenced?

So come now Blades men, you sons of Speed, let's grasp the nettle, let's show them how we are forged in steel. Let's rip these teams apart limb from limb. In the spirit of Hagan, Currie, Woodward, Deane and all those who came before.

Come on you Red and White Wizards!!!!!

Complete rip off of Henry V ‘s speech before Agincourt ,

I’m surprised you didn’t finish it with “ Cry God for Hecky , England and St. George ! “

 

[Champagneblade]

Complete rip off of Henry V ‘s speech before Agincourt ,

I’m surprised you didn’t finish it with “ Cry God for Hecky , England and St. George ! “

Word for word

Henry V's time. Isn't that the last time we won a trophy? That's the team we should have built on!

 

[Edgar Allan Poo]

(Best read in the voice of Michael Sheen )

I feel the current circumstances are setting up moments that we revel in.

We are not the team who lauds it over others and succeeds at a canter.

We are a team who thrives on adversity, who cherishes the underdog tag and who rises to the challenge of being written off.

They're already saying that we're only top because we're at our maximum and because others haven't got started. They're saying that Bash is finished and that Billy is too old, too slow. They're saying we're not good enough to last the course.

Well, didn't they say the same, that Christmas under Bassett when Nottingham Forest came to town? Didn't they all predict Wilder's team would finish bottom, not 9th? Didn't they all bounce and laud in our misery, only to be silenced?

So come now Blades men, you sons of Speed, let's grasp the nettle, let's show them how we are forged in steel. Let's rip these teams apart limb from limb. In the spirit of Hagan, Currie, Woodward, Deane and all those who came before.

Come on you Red and White Wizards!!!!!

Stirring stuff. I also hummed Land Of Hope And Glory while I read it. Not difficult as I normally hum a bit at the best of times anyway as those around me on the Shoreham will testify.

 

[Katzenjammer]

Maybe the real triumph was the friends we made along the way.

 

[Snowflake]

(Best read in the voice of Michael Sheen )

I feel the current circumstances are setting up moments that we revel in.

We are not the team who lauds it over others and succeeds at a canter.

We are a team who thrives on adversity, who cherishes the underdog tag and who rises to the challenge of being written off.

They're already saying that we're only top because we're at our maximum and because others haven't got started. They're saying that Bash is finished and that Billy is too old, too slow. They're saying we're not good enough to last the course.

Well, didn't they say the same, that Christmas under Bassett when Nottingham Forest came to town? Didn't they all predict Wilder's team would finish bottom, not 9th? Didn't they all bounce and laud in our misery, only to be silenced?

So come now Blades men, you sons of Speed, let's grasp the nettle, let's show them how we are forged in steel. Let's rip these teams apart limb from limb. In the spirit of Hagan, Currie, Woodward, Deane and all those who came before.

Come on you Red and White Wizards!!!!!

The Booker prize awaits !

 

[Gin&Juice]

We lost one game against an inform team. Hardly time for something akin to the evacuation of Dunkerque.

 

[Greasy Chap Butty]

The Booker prize awaits !

Bob, always a Blade.

 

[Greasy Chap Butty]

(Best read in the voice of Michael Sheen )

I feel the current circumstances are setting up moments that we revel in.

We are not the team who lauds it over others and succeeds at a canter.

We are a team who thrives on adversity, who cherishes the underdog tag and who rises to the challenge of being written off.

They're already saying that we're only top because we're at our maximum and because others haven't got started. They're saying that Bash is finished and that Billy is too old, too slow. They're saying we're not good enough to last the course.

Well, didn't they say the same, that Christmas under Bassett when Nottingham Forest came to town? Didn't they all predict Wilder's team would finish bottom, not 9th? Didn't they all bounce and laud in our misery, only to be silenced?

So come now Blades men, you sons of Speed, let's grasp the nettle, let's show them how we are forged in steel. Let's rip these teams apart limb from limb. In the spirit of Hagan, Currie, Woodward, Deane and all those who came before.

Come on you Red and White Wizards!!!!!

Not bad. I wrote this little effort:

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!

 

[Grandmanasty]

oops

 

[Grandmanasty]

Not bad. I wrote this little effort:

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!

You do write exceedingly good poems.

 

[Isaw Joeshaw]

Not bad. I wrote this little effort:

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!

Based on that , I’m sure you have it within you to write a full length novel . A word of caution though - it’s a very crowded market so you would need to come up with an exciting and highly original plot .

Maybe something on the lines of a young boy being raised in the jungle by a pack of wolves who learns how to converse with the other jungle animals ?

 

[Greasy Chap Butty]

Based on that , I’m sure you have it within you to write a full length novel . A word of caution though - it’s a very crowded market so you would need to come up with an exciting and highly original plot .

Maybe something on the lines of a young boy being raised in the jungle by a pack of wolves who learns how to converse with the other jungle animals ?

Nah there's a cartoon like that. It could never be a book.

 

[mattbianco1]

(Best read in the voice of Michael Sheen )

I feel the current circumstances are setting up moments that we revel in.

We are not the team who lauds it over others and succeeds at a canter.

We are a team who thrives on adversity, who cherishes the underdog tag and who rises to the challenge of being written off.

They're already saying that we're only top because we're at our maximum and because others haven't got started. They're saying that Bash is finished and that Billy is too old, too slow. They're saying we're not good enough to last the course.

Well, didn't they say the same, that Christmas under Bassett when Nottingham Forest came to town? Didn't they all predict Wilder's team would finish bottom, not 9th? Didn't they all bounce and laud in our misery, only to be silenced?

So come now Blades men, you sons of Speed, let's grasp the nettle, let's show them how we are forged in steel. Let's rip these teams apart limb from limb. In the spirit of Hagan, Currie, Woodward, Deane and all those who came before.

Come on you Red and White Wizards!!!!!

Who's "they"?

Whoever they are, tell them to bollocks

 

[Guesty]

We lost one game against an inform team. Hardly time for something akin to the evacuation of Dunkerque.

No but the injury list reads like something from The Somme.

We were already right up against it and we've potentially lost 3 additional players from Tuesday night for the trip to Stoke. I think people are more worried about that than any one result so far.

 

[BushBlade]

Not bad. I wrote this little effort:

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!

England will be playing four four fucking two.

 

[Aston max]

Complete rip off of Henry V ‘s speech before Agincourt ,

I’m surprised you didn’t finish it with “ Cry God for Hecky , Yorkshire and St. Robert! “

Fixed it for you