Dion the gent

There’s a good article on Dion in the Independent today which is well worth a read. You can read it by clicking here.

What we’ve learned this weekend: 12th/13th April 2008

We never should have released Danny Haynes. Damn, pesky, Haynes.

Football can be very cruel sometimes. I lost my cup semi-final this morning, we lost the derby and then Manchester United beat Arsenal to pretty much wrap up the Premier League title. Rubbish.

Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more

Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more;
Or close the wall up with our Norfolk dead.
In peace there’s nothing so becomes a man
As modest stillness and humility:
But when the blast of war blows in our ears,
Then imitate the action of the tractor;
Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood,
Disguise fair nature with hard-favour’d rage;
Then lend the eye a terrible aspect;
Let pry through the portage of the head
Like the brass cannon; let the brow o’erwhelm it
As fearfully as doth a galled rock
O’erhang and jutty his confounded base,
Swill’d with the wild and wasteful ocean.
Now set the teeth and stretch the nostril wide,
Hold hard the breath and bend up every spirit
To his full height. On, on, you noblest English.
Whose blood is fet from fathers of war-proof!
Fathers that, like so many Huckerbys,
Have in these parts from morn till even fought
And sheathed their boots for lack of argument:
Dishonour not your supporters; now attest
That those whom you call’d players did beget you.
Be copy now to men of grosser blood,
And teach them how to war. And you, good yeoman,
Whose limbs were made in Norfolk, show us here
The mettle of your pasture; let us swear
That you are worth your breeding; which I doubt not;
For there is none of you so mean and base,
That hath not noble lustre in your eyes.
I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips,
Straining upon the start. The game’s afoot:
Follow your spirit, and upon this charge
Cry ‘God for Delia, Norfolk, and Saint Glenn!’

Henry V – Act III, Scene I (well, kind of)