Based on the format of the song The Scottish Soldier...........
There was
a player,
a
Scottish player
who came
across as dour
on the
tough tennis tour,
he’d
grump and smoulder
with good
broad shoulder
he fought
in many a set
and
sometimes won.
His
chance at glory
was the
Wimbledon story,
a battle
glorious, a tad laborious,
he lost
the prize, tears in his eyes
but won
the hearts of all who cheered him on.
You see his driving force is to find the guts,
no ifs,
ands and buts, just a sportsman’s guts,
and when
he wipes away that final tear, have no fear,
he’ll have
next year,
to fight
in many a game and fight to win.
But not dour yesterday,
ReplyDeletewith young English Rose,
and later today,
in a 2012 way,
beating the master, who knows?