The Amateurs
Two sportsmen were approaching, followed by a three, a five, a six
This band of amateurs coming after me to carry me home
on sweat-soaked shoulders, shirts cotton, buttoned down
Hooped, green-yellow; striped red-white, fearsome sight
On cold community playing-fields, under glaring floodlights
Brothers a-rated, know their strengths, ready for the fight
Ruck, reverse ball, thrown past his bloodied head
full back takes ball, drives on, punts, to make it fly
line out, jumps high, catches wet, the ball of lead
knock-on, scrum, put-in, then winger scores a try
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