There’s a beauty in his running,
lightning speed and perfect balance,
allied to a feral cunning,
oft detracting from his talents.
Straining every muscle, striving
for a pass he’s intercepted.
Shame his fondness for the diving
means he’ll never be accepted.
Electric speed leaves full-backs trailing,
catch him, catch him if you can.
Great control and seldom failing
to find the shot or find the man.
Never let him cut inside boys,
keep him on his weak right foot.
But he’ll simply skin you wide, boys,
leave you sprawling on your butt.