if Blitz was in charge of the team selection
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But we in it shall be rememberèd—
We 22, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he to-day that plays agin’ Carlton,
Shall be my brother; be he ne’er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition;
And gentlemen in the Northern suburbs now a-bed
Shall think themselves accurs’d they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That played for us upon Saint Essington’s day.
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Some are born Essington, some achieve Essington and some have Essington thrust upon 'em.
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To be fair, he also wrote farces.
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And comedies, and histories and sonnets.
Shall l compare thee to a winter’s day?
" Is that a clanger I see before me?"
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Match scheduled for the 2nd of June.
Now is the winter of our discontent
Edit Yoss be quicker
Banner suggestion?
“Draw thy tool. My naked weapon is out…” (Romeo and Juliet…)
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Oh have fun in Europe. My favourite holiday place in the world.
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is dyl playing?
WHERES
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Sword of Damocles.
Alas poor gameplan- I know it well.
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Well, sir, learn the game plan in good time; there’s a time for all things.”
edit, even better: The fault, dear Woosha, is not in our cattle but in ourselves.”
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THE
Cheese
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ANNOUNCE CLARKE:
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Horse! Horse! My kingdom for Horse!
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‘To Be Or Not To Be’ , Spoken by Hamlet, Act 3 Scene 1
To be, or not to be, that is Woosha’s question.
Weather ’tis nobler in winter to suffer
The sling tackles and outrageous decisions,
Or chopped arms amidst a sea of defenders,
And by opposing, send the ball forward
through the corridor, to try;
to hold the man or ball no more;
and by a siren to say we end the game.
The heart–ache and the thousand natural shocks
That selection is heir to, ’tis a half time summary,
devoutly to be wished for.
To be dropped or managed;
To sleep: perchance to dream of flags and cups:
ay, Gil says, “there’s the rub.”
For in that final what dreams may come?
When we have shuffle run off this hallowed turf,
there’s no time to pause: for the earned respect
that makes a career go on too long.
For who would bear the trips,
and the torn hammies over time?
The chumpire’s many wrongs,
or the proud captain’s consistency,
The pangs of desperate laws,
and the many rule changes?
The insolence of AFL officer bearers
and the spurns that patient watching
of the integrity unit takes,
when Vlad himself might his bonus make
with bare faced lies? Who would burdens bear,
to grunt and sweat under a weary preseason,
but that dread of something after death,
the undiscovered draft picks from whose position
no flanker returns, to puzzle the will
and makes us rather bear Dank’s pills,
than fly upon shoulders of others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of Blooos all;
And thus the native hue of resolution,
is vomited over by the Purple headed flog’s
pathetic cast off sliding thoughts,
and enterprises of great pith and moment.
With this regard the third quarter turns awry,
And the MRP won’t take action.– Soft you know!
What fair reports? Caro, in thy twisted opinions
by all your sins remembered.
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