You keep the inner turmoil
away from prying eyes
Confronting fans that ridicule
with dignity and politeness.
When the media are calling
for your head, via a printed page
Will you ride the fall
rise up again, and continue with the game?
When loaded questions goad you
as seemingly a fool
Do you think of those who know you,
breathe deep, and keep your cool?
When the man up front ain’t doing it
like the price tag says he should
Will you perservere or turn on him
as your path out of the woods?
When aged stars ain’t buying
your ideas for the game
Will irate punters see you crying
or experience your pain?
When those who call the shots aint backing you
though the hounds may crave your blood
Will you take the easy avenue
a golden handshake in your glove?
When results confirm your know how
has kept you in the race
Are you shouting out aloud: “I told you so
oh ye of little faith?”.
When the aftermath of a victory
is a time to stay in check
Do you ponder on what’s next for me
With a medal round your neck?
When players ride a victory jig
On the back of your hard work
Do you stand an smile or take a dig
At the hand that holds the purse?
No! You’ve walked the walk with dignity
after giving it your best shot
Convinced the fans including me
your a winner, and his own man, so Rafa thanks a lot!