a modern version of Shakespeare's rallying cry

Go again, into the penalty area, my friends, and we’ll fill it up with our midfield bodies.
When there’s no game , a man should be placid and humble;
but when derby day comes, act like a tiger.

Make your muscles stiff, call up your courage, and disguise your good nature with ugly rage.

Look with fierce eyes; let the eye be like a brass cannon looking out the side of a ship.
Let your eyebrow hang over it, as fearfully as a rock overhangs the sea-cliff while the waves crash beneath.

Grit your teeth, breathe deeply, then hold your breath while you inflame your courage.
March on, noble Norwich brothers! You have inherited your fiery blood from your veteran fathers.
Like Iwan Roberts & Robert Fleck your fathers have fought right here, until no enemies remained to challenge them.
Don’t dishonor your mothers; show you are your father’s sons.

Be an example to the scum of Suffolk they have no heritage, and show them how to play. And you, substitutes, show us the quality of your time in Norwich

Show us that you were worthy of being Norwich Players, which I’m sure you were.

Because there are no players here of such low class that you don’t have the right to play for Norwich.
I see you standing like greyhounds at the starting line, wanting to start the race. The big game has started: follow your spirit, and cry in the battle “God fight for Norwich ,Norfolk and St Deliiiiiiiiiaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa”

Posted By: ghostof barry butler on November 1st 2007 at 18:29:13

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