'If'

[Viking-Nash]

Does any body have the Widnes version of the Rudyard Kipling 'if' poem that was posted on here a while back or can anybody re-post it?

[neilw]

 
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!


 

[mike]

think its the re-worked one he is after neil

[J20]

I used to have it as a sig on another site but didn't all fit so deleted 

[neilw]

think its the re-worked one he is after neil

Of course he did. DOH! Not got that one.

[mike]

found it........


If you can make the opposition fight
for every metre won.
If you can get into his face
before he’s time to start his run.
Bring him to the ground and then,
get up and back the ten,
Ignore the aches and pains,
face up and do it all again.

If you’re there when team-mates need you,
At their shoulder, by their side.
If you support the runner
Though you feel your legs have died
If you can do more than your duty
Run it in, give others rest
If you can find the space to let
Each player give his best

If you can make it hurt to stop you
If you can make the extra yard
Don’t make the tackle easy
Make the tackle bloody hard
When your lungs are bursting
and your legs have turned to lead.
If you can make another break
Leave one more tackler for dead.

As the end approaches
If you can find the stuff
to get back, line up and tackle,
though your body says “Enough”
When muscle, bone and sinew,
all are done and good for nowt
If you’ve still got the will to say
“We’ll keep the beggars out”

And at the final whistle
When the game is lost or won
If you can say, in truth
“There’s nothing more I could have done”
Then wear your shirt with honour
You’re a Widnes Viking son.



funnily enough, I found it in the search section................................ ...... in the reply to the last time you asked for it  

http://www.trustinwidnes.com/forum/index.php/topic,24989.0.html

look after it this time

[Steve]

Would make a great tattoo!

[Rafe Wrench]

"If" is doggerel - how about something more challenging, like a Widnes version of TS Eliot's "The Wasteland"?

Any bright Eng. Lit. sparks out there from the Tech or whatever it is now?

Rafe

[Pop Cider]

APRIL is the cruellest month, feeding   
scrums out of the 7's hand, mixing   
Memory and desire, stirring   
Our boots with spring rain.   
Winter kept us warm, covering         
the Stobart in snow, feeding   
A scrum against the head.   
I'anson surprised us, coming over the Pennines   
With a shower of rain; we stopped at the Shay,   
And went on to victory, into the beer garden,   
At Batley Bulldogs, and talked for an hour.   
With fans alike, stammering Yorkies, and Leythers.   
And when we were children, playing on Leigh Rec,   
My cousin, he shook me out of my bed,   
And I was frightened. He said, We are going
To Wire, hold on tight. And off we went.   
To the railway end, with glee.   
I read, Rugby Leaguer, and dread the winter.

[johnf]

Watch out McGonagall - here they come 

[johnf]

Would make a great tattoo!

[Viking-Nash]

Thanks Guys!

Much appreciated

I wasnt able to use the search bar - i did give it a go but i presumed my rank is not senior enough as i was thrown an error message to tell me i do no not have permissions (or words to that effect)

[Rafe Wrench]

APRIL is the cruellest month, feeding   
scrums out of the 7's hand, mixing   
Memory and desire, stirring   
Our boots with spring rain.   
Winter kept us warm, covering         
the Stobart in snow, feeding   
A scrum against the head.   
I'anson surprised us, coming over the Pennines   
With a shower of rain; we stopped at the Shay,   
And went on to victory, into the beer garden,   
At Batley Bulldogs, and talked for an hour.   
With fans alike, stammering Yorkies, and Leythers.   
And when we were children, playing on Leigh Rec,   
My cousin, he shook me out of my bed,   
And I was frightened. He said, We are going
To Wire, hold on tight. And off we went.   
To the railway end, with glee.   
I read, Rugby Leaguer, and dread the winter.

Bloody hell, Pop, I'll never read that poem the same way again. Top form!

[waterboy]

should be written on the dressing room wall so the players and coaches see it before every match

[steamin]

I'll be honest, I mega cringe whenever I see that.