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Tilly's pre-match speech for Friday's game leaked!

Robbo

South Upper miserabilist
Joined
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:clap:
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!

 
:clap:
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,
And you've given 100%, But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, like I say,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating, except Col U
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:


If you can dream, take a chance - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim, but aim at goal;
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, like I say,
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, like I say,
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 90th minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - like I say - you'll be a Man, my son!


I've edited it to make it more like Tilly's/
 
:clap:
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!


One of my favourite pieces of writing ever :clap: :clap:
 
I've edited it to make it more like Tilly's

Excellently edited, sir. :clap:

I've fine tuned it a little bit more!

IF you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you or Matt Harrold,
If you can trust yourself when Wiggy and TTK doubt you,
And you've given 100%, But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, like I say,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating, except Col U
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream, take a chance - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim, but aim at goal like J Walker;
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, like I say,
Twisted by The Echo 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 last minute substitution,
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, like I say,
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 at Roots Hall and keep your virtue,
' Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch, as I said,
if neither foes nor Kevin Maher can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving 90th minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - like I say - you'll be a Man, my son!
 
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