day in day out

We weren't british or bulls or dogs
but we loved the game,

Lunchtime, John 'soupy' campbell
clanged the heavy masters bell
by the masters clock,
signalling us to break-neck our sandwiches
in one bite,
leaving the crusts to the crows circling overhead.

I was small, skinny and quick.
So, I cut through the podgy tackles
like a whippet at a hunt.
But, I never finished first,
always gang-banged by the all but few,
while John 'soupy' Campbell lorded through.
He could draw transformers