Down the Line!
¶ 1
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“Down the Line!” was at each game,
Though actually I doubt that
It was his true God-given name.
It’s just – he used to shout that.
¶ 2
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I never spoke to him at all
For he was so much older.
There’d come, whene’er we had the ball,
This cry behind my shoulder:
¶ 3
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“Throw it/Kick it down the line!”
His tactics were consistent.
To him, the flanks were quite divine,
And he was so insistent.
¶ 4
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He must have hated Johnny Giles.
Square ball, pal? No thanks.
Far better, he would say, by miles
To hoof it down the flanks.
¶ 5
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A full back who might hesitate,
Uncertain where to throw it,
“Down the Line!” would get irate
And loudly let him know it.
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God help the back four when they passed
The ball among each other!
There’d come a long and uncouth blast
That would have shocked my mother.
¶ 7
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He always used to wreck my head,
Not easy to dismiss him,
But recently I heard he’s dead,
And now he’s gone I miss him.
¶ 8
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“Down the Line!” in silence lays,
So sometimes now upon a
Summer’s eve, I’ll shout that phrase,
With feeling, in his honour.
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