“Keep one eye always on the ball, and one eye on the game.”
Said our less than able trainer, who was vainly seeking fame.
“Keep a window open wide, when up in the attack,
But keep the front door tightly shut when we are falling back.

Too many cooks can spoil the broth, so give each other space,
And take your time, remember, the tortoise won the race.
So, many hands can make light work, in our case many feet.
Be magnanimous in victory and gracious in defeat.

I am a firm believer in applying stick and carrot.”
The he mumbled something indistinct, about a poorly parrot.
“Now my friends, the time has come for all good men and true,
To put their money where their mouth is, and show what they can do.

There’s no time like the present lads, to coin a turn of phrase
So out you go and give ‘em hell, those dogs have had their days.”
Well out we went and truth to tell, beggars can’t be choosers.
To the victor went the spoils, to us went boos as losers.

As ye sow, so shall ye reap. I confide it’s what I think.
And chains are only just as strong as is their weakest link.
He who hesitates is lost, and great minds think alike.
So we told our trainer curtly “Yer sacked! Yer on yer bike!”