The kick is off, its in the air, the players watch it fall,
To the ground it comes; a rugger grabs the ball.
Through the wet grass and mud, the man stomps up the field,
Only to come one on one, as he meats the full backs yield.
To the left he steps, to the right he goes,
To the ground he falls cause the fullback already knows.
The ruck is formed the ball is out and we are on our way,
The backs pass it around as they try to form a play.
Tackles are made, one after one, nobody can break free,
The crowd screams as the boys begin the fighting world war three.
A winger breaks through down the line, he scores the winning try,
He feels no shame to drop to his knees as he begins to cry.
The young man bleeds on his dark jersey covered in mud,
But for victory every rugger knows,
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