Saints and Winners

SAINTS  AND  WINNERS

I know some saints I really do,

I’d like to mention just a few,

They’re the coaches of the underage teams,

Who help the boys fulfill their dreams,

They are there sunshine, wind and rain,

On days they play and nights they train,

They are there when the boys feel sad,

The match is lost, the team played bad,

The coaches try and cheer them up,

The league is gone, there’s still the cup!

So thank you coaches for all you’ve done,

Thank you for looking after my son.

I know some saints I really do,

I’d like to mention just a few,

They’re the parents of the boys we train,

Who have them at the club  wind or rain,

Training on any week night,

Traffic is manic you’re a bit up tight,

Dinner is early, the plate licked clean,

“Hurry please! Or I won’t be on the team.

Coaches really appreciate,

The sacrifices the parents make.

The coaches get satisfaction from,

Seeing an ugly duckling grow into a swan,

At under 12 he can’t hit a ball,

At under 14 he’s six foot tall,

Picking and striking and hitting hard,

Gone from his frame all the lard,

He’s now the player we all wanted to be,

But missed the boat regretfully,

So have no pity for the coaches at all,

Take pride in your son who is giving it his all.