A FEW WORDS FROM THE SKIPPER

Okay, so I called in on our skipper Chris Grain tonight to see if he had a few words to the 

Tigers before tomorrow's game.

What he said, sounded familiar ... couldn't quite put my finger on it though.

This is what he said ...

This day is called the feast of Abban:
He that plays well this day, and comes safe back to West Oxon
Will stand a tip-toe when the day is named,
And rouse him at the name of Abban.
He that shall excel on this day, and see old age,
Will yearly on the vigil raise a pint glass,
And say 'To-morrow is Saint Abban:'
Then will he strip his sleeve and show his name on the scorecard.
And say 'These runs I got on Abban's day.'
Old men forget: yet all shall be forgot,
But he'll remember with advantages
What feats he did that day: then shall our names. 

Familiar in his mouth as household words
Chris the skip and Geoff, John and Cam,
Ed and Stu, Rob and James, 

Be in their flowing cups freshly remember'd.
This story shall Baz teach his cricket-hating son;
And Abban shall ne'er go by, 

From this day to the ending of the world,
But we in it shall be remember'd; 

We few, we happy few, we ambush of Tigers;
For he to-day that cover drives with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition:
And gentlemen in Charlbury now a-bed
Shall think themselves accursed they were not here,
And hold their off-drives cheap whiles any speaks
That played with us upon Saint Abban's day.

COME ON YOU TIGERS ...