The Lions Make up

I may have never played for the Lions,
Or pulled on my country's shirt;
I've played some games of rugby though,
Had my face rubbed in the dirt.

I've trained down in a mud bowl,
On a cold wet Thursday eve.
I've cantered out on a perfect pitch,
And rolled up rugby sleeves;

When the rain sheets down and playing up hill,
And the wind blows in your face,
You know there'll be a second half,
The score line is no disgrace.

Been battered, raked and bruised a bit,
Suffered the odd bloody nose;
But with these little incidents
Confidence comes and grows.

Batten down the hatches,
Get on and give your all,
Believe in yourself, believe in your team,
The bigger, the harder they fall.

Been soundly thrashed, had glorious wins:
Its time now to believe,
That playing through those hard times,
You have to give to receive.

The Lions play for the jersey,
They play for the honour and crest:
I play for all of my team mates,
And as long as I try my best,

According to Sir Ian McGeechan,
In an eloquent speech;
I'm part of the Lions team make up
Oh what Rugby heights I've reached!