WHY WE PLAY THE GAME
When the battle scars have faded
And the truth becomes a lie
When the weekend smell of liniment
Could almost make you cry
When the last ruck’s well behind you
And the man that ran now walks
It doesn’t matter who you are
The mirror sometimes talks
From the first time that you laced a boot
And tightened every stud
That virus known as ‘rugby’
Has been living in your blood
And as you stand there telling lies
Like it was yesterday old friend
You 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!
Rupert McCall 2014
