Now comes the time when the tough get tougher
Now comes the time when there is no I in TEAM
Now comes the time when we are only as strong as our weakest member
Now comes the time when effort becomes determination and practice becomes performance
Now comes the time when we forget our back hurts, our head hurts, our stomach hurts, our ankle hurts, we had a bad day, we're sore, we're tired, we're frustrated, we're stressed
Now there are no more tears, because the team needs you to be focused
Now there is no me, just me inside the team
Now I try my hardest, strive for my best
Now we realize that this is the test
What will seperate us and make us rise above the rest
Is that I will remember, I am not one, I am the entire team

WHILE WE JOIST ON THE FIELD OF PLAY AND ARGUE WHETHER THE REFS CALL WAS RIGHT OR WRONG, LET US NOT FORGET OUR FELLOW BROTHERS WHO JOIST IN THE ALLYWAYS OF BAGDAD AND THE FIELDS OF HELMAND PROVINCE, AND LET US REMEMBER THE THINGS THAT THEY ARE FIGHTING, AND DYING, FOR - OUR CULTURE, OUR STANDARDS,  OUR WAY OF LIFE AND OUR FREEDOM - TO JOIST ON THE FIELD OF PLAY AND ARGUE WHETHER THE REF WAS RIGHT OR WRONG!!

There's a breathless hush in the Close to-night --
Ten to make and the match to win --
A bumping pitch and a blinding light,
An hour to play and the last man in.
And it's not for the sake of a ribboned coat,
Or the selfish hope of a season's fame,
But his Captain's hand on his shoulder smote --
'Play up! play up! and play the game!'

This is the word that year by year,
While in her place the School is set,
Every one of her sons must hear,
And none that hears it dare forget.
This they all with a joyful mind
Bear through life like a torch in flame,
And falling fling to the host behind --
'Play up! play up! and play the game!'

Sir Henry Newbolt (1862-1938)