Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more; Or close up the Circle with our City dead. In peace there's nothing so becomes a man As Holderness and Anlaby: But when the blast of "score" blows in our ears, Then imitate the action of the tiger; Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood, Disguise fair nature with hard-favour'd rage; Then lend the Taff's a terrible aspect; Let's pry through the cortege of Mackay Like Amber cannon; let the Bruce o'erwhelm it As Abdulaye is our defensive rock Hassle and Harry their confounded base, Toss'd to the wild and wasteful Humber. Now set the teeth and stretch the nostril wide, Hold hard the breath and bend up every spirit To his full height. On, on, you noblest Tigers. Whose blood is fet from Barmby and Windass! Legend's that, like so many Stratton-Carters, Have in these parts from three o'clock fought And sheathed their boots for lack of contract: Dishonour not your City; now attest That those whom you call'd fans did beget you. Be copy now to men of Watford blood, And teach them how to war. And you, good brethren, Whose limbs were made in Kingston, show us here The fettle of your passing; let us swear That you are worth your breeding; which I doubt not; For there is none of you so mean and base, That hath not promotion in your eyes. I see you stand like greyhounds at Boulevard Straining upon the start. The game's afoot: Follow your spirit, and upon this charge Cry "HULL" for Assem, Yorkshire, and Sir Tom!
O God of battles! Steel my soldiers hearts Possess them not with fear,take from them now The sense of reckoning,if the opposed numbers Pluck their hearts from them And slaughter them by playing brilliant football as thou knows thy can
Don't think Shakespeare wrote that TBH mate. Besides, someone's gotta do Stuart Hall's job whilst he's errrr.... "indisposed" haven't they??!!!
no sound but a faint murmur in the east a breath retained and expectant this force of will leads men to fulfill their destiny
Though your heart pounds in your chest, you are short of breath, remember that quitting, my friend, is a fate worse than death. (From Smokers' Digest)
OH! pleasant exercise of hope and joy! For mighty were the auxiliars which then stood Upon our side, we who were strong in love! Bliss was it in that dawn to be alive, But to be young was very heaven!--Oh! times, In which the meagre, stale, forbidding ways Of custom, law, and statute, took at once The attraction of a country in romance! When Reason seemed the most to assert her rights, When most intent on making of herself A prime Enchantress--to assist the work, Which then was going forward in her name! Not favoured spots alone, but the whole earth, The beauty wore of promise, that which sets (As at some moment might not be unfelt Among the bowers of paradise itself) The budding rose above the rose full blown. What temper at the prospect did not wake To happiness unthought of? The inert Were roused, and lively natures rapt away! They who had fed their childhood upon dreams, The playfellows of fancy, who had made All powers of swiftness, subtilty, and strength Their ministers,--who in lordly wise had stirred Among the grandest objects of the sense, And dealt with whatsoever they found there As if they had within some lurking right To wield it;--they, too, who, of gentle mood, Had watched all gentle motions, and to these Had fitted their own thoughts, schemers more mild, And in the region of their peaceful selves;-- Now was it that both found, the meek and lofty Did both find, helpers to their heart's desire, And stuff at hand, plastic as they could wish; Were called upon to exercise their skill, Not in Utopia, subterranean fields, Or some secreted island, Heaven knows where! But in the very world, which is the world Of all of us,--the place where in the end We find our happiness, or not at all! William Wordsworth 1805.
Reach high, for stars lie hidden in your soul. Dream deep, for every dream precedes the goal. Pamela Vaull Starr
Hull city tigers walking the plank It's so exciting I'm going to **** Tugging my todger and cheering them through I've eaten a lot so I'm going for a poo
'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe: All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths outgrabe. "Beware the Jabberwock, my son! The jaws that bite, the claws that catch! Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun The frumious Bandersnatch!" He took his vorpal sword in hand: Long time the manxome foe he sought– So rested he by the Tumtum tree, And stood awhile in thought. And, as in uffish thought he stood, The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame, Came wiffling through the tulgey wood, And burbled as it came! One, two! One, two! And through and through The vorpal blade went snicker-snack! He left it dead, and with its head He went galumphing back. "And hast thou slain the Jabberwock? Come to my arms, my beamish boy! O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!" He chortled in his joy. 'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe: All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths outgrabe. For anyone who remembers Raggy at Endike School. Meaning??? Its all bollocks now lets go and kill them.
what a bag of ****.. I BELIEVE SB can do this, with the players at his disposal. To gain promotion in his maiden season with us? one hellovan achievement! OK technically he hasnt done it yet but I wouldnt be much of a believer if I took that technicality into account
