The game was on, the game was off.

We booked a pitch, which then got lost.

 

Jan found another, turf to rent.

Hooray hooray, the message sent.

 

The game was on, the game was off.

Overnight low, not high enough.

 

The game was on, the game was ON!

Jack Frost nil, and hockey one.

 

Some people left, almost on time.

Ely had subs, and we had nine.

 

We started slow, but so did they.

(It was early, in the day.)

 

Balls zipped fast, on the frost.

Some went straight, some got lost.

 

Reinforcements here, good morning sir.

South sleepy giant, began to stir.

 

Half chance here, a corner there.

Their forward showed, a little flair.

 

One nil against, but not afraid.

We got one back, straight away.

 

And so it stayed, for 50 minutes.

As tight a fight, and no clear winners.

 

We took a knock, or two or three.

They saw a card, to keep things clean.

 

But then disaster, rued its head.

A couple more, put game to bed.

 

Another tougher, here next week.

Another game, we will complete.

 

So do not leave, with heads abowed.  

We played OK, and we are South.

 

  - The Unknown Player