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FAO: Team DiS Entry
What's he that wishes so?
My cousin Westmoreland? No, my fair cousin;
If we are mark'd to die, we are enow
To do our country loss; and if to live,
The fewer men, the greater share of honour.
God's will! I pray thee, wish not one man more.
By Jove, I am not covetous for gold,
Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost;
It yearns me not if men my garments wear;
Such outward things dwell not in my desires.
But if it be a sin to covet honour,
I am the most offending soul alive.
No, faith, my coz, wish not a man from England.
God's peace! I would not lose so great an honour
As one man more methinks would share from me
For the best hope I have. O, do not wish one more!
Rather proclaim it, Westmoreland, through my host,
That he which hath no stomach to this fight,
Let him depart; his passport shall be made,
And crowns for convoy put into his purse;
We would not die in that man's company
That fears his fellowship to die with us.
This day is call'd the feast of Crispian.
He that outlives this day, and comes safe home,
Will stand a tip-toe when this day is nam'd,
And rouse him at the name of Crispian.
He that shall live this day, and see old age,
Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours,
And say 'To-morrow is Saint Crispian.'
Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars,
And say 'These wounds I had on Crispian's day.'
Old men forget; yet all shall be forgot,
But he'll remember, with advantages,
What feats he did that day. Then shall our names,
Familiar in his mouth as household words-
Harry the King, Bedford and Exeter,
Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloucester-
Be in their flowing cups freshly rememb'red.
This story shall the good man teach his son;
And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by,
From this day to the ending of the world,
But we in it shall be remembered-
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he to-day that sheds his blood with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition;
And gentlemen in England now-a-bed
Shall think themselves accurs'd they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day.
Team Dysentery?
Sounds grim...
Hopefully we won't be leaky at the back.
lol
you talk like a poet but you punch like one too!
I'm going to get existential on your buttocks
I feel like smashing someones face in now
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Get it out of the way. This is your central defence: http://tinyurl.com/yrp4qo
...but less mobile.
oh you boys are gonna get whipped now
with not much effort
Come on you....
...colours?
I am stood to attention and can feel myself welling up.
IS THAT A TENT IN YOUR TROUSERS OR A FULL-ON MARCKEE???!11
HAHAHA
SERIOUSLY. HERE. ALL. WEEK.
Nice to see you catering for those that only understand single entendres.
I... I've kept really quiet
but I'll tell you something: he went down in my estimation when he said that. We have not resorted to that. But I'll tell ya, you can tell him now, he'll be watching it: we're still fighting for this title and he's got to go to Middlesbrough and get something and... and... I'll tell ya... honestly... I will luv it if we beat them. Luv it."
<3
i massively dont get it
He did what to his horse?
It oughtn't be allowed?
something about passion??
lads
football... its like fighting a gorilla. you don't stop when you're tired. you stop when the gorilla is tired.
monkey tennis
Where I'm from there's a saying
Insult a gorilla too much and he'll bitch slap you and eat your brains
...
London has a whole heap of gorilla idioms. My favourite is "Gorillas are prone to sudden and unpredictable bursts of ultra-violence directed at the closest lifeform."
Where I'm from there is a saying
'You're going home in a fucking ambulance'
this bravado is frankly outstanding.
bravado?
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Why would an ambulance take you home?
SEVERE WEATHER WARNINGS
Northerners FTW
I must be the most northern out of all of you?
^ ^ hero
with that aussie accent, you're seriously undermining yourself
Let's go fucking mental
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