The Beautiful Game
Crunch! "You bastard, that was sore!"
I don't wanna play no more.
The broken nose, the knackered hinges,
The raucous songs, the drinking binges.
But headaches go and bones they heal,
This game just makes me feel so real.
The hit, the pass, the kick, the try,
It’'s useless I can't bloody lie.
I love the game it’'s just the best,
No prima donnas like the rest.
Just good hard blokes having fun,
Christ, you don't even have to run!
A game for all from short and fat,
To lanky streaks, now fancy that!
A game for young, a game for old,
And in the bar the stories told
Of long distance tries and massive kicks
That went sailing through upright sticks.
The greatest sport for one and all
Is Rugby Union, not football!

Gary A Gillan
26th May 2005

This poem was kindly sent to me today by Gary's wife Carolyn. As you may know from other articles and forum on this website Gary sadly passed away a couple of weeks ago at the age of 44. His poetry was certainly a talent that not many of us knew about and we will be putting a copy up in the clubhouse rugby section in his memory shortly. 

A reminder that you can still make donations and and tributes to St Lukes Hospice via the following link.

http://www.justgiving.com/gary-gillan