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I go into this game today,
With self belief and pride,
Confident in my own strength,
My skill won't be denied.
I will compete for every ball,
In the air or on the grass,
Find a space or friendly jersey,
Measure neatly every pass.
My team mates are my brothers,
Every one a precious gem,
When I'm too tired to play for me,
I'll push on to play for them.
And when the final whistle blows
Though feeling tired and sore,
I'll shake hands with my opponent,
Tell him I admired his score.
And on the journey homeward,
Flags flying all the way,
It will matter not who lost or won,
When honour had its day.
By Paddy Mulhern
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