The Eve of the War:
Ormskirk Lions v Ormskirk Barbarians
18th February 2012
2-15pm ko
“But who shall dwell in these worlds if they be inhabited? . . .
Are we or they Lords of the World? . . .
And how are all things made for man?”–
Johannes Kelper
No one would have believed in the last days of February that the Lions were being watched keenly and closely by players apparently greater than Taff’s and yet as mortal as his own; that as the Lions busied themselves about their various concerns they were being scrutinized and studied, perhaps almost as narrowly as a Barbarian with a microscope might scrutinized the transient creatures that swarm and multiply in a drop of water. With infinite complacency the Lions went to and fro around Ormskirk about their little affairs, serene in their assurance of their ability over rugby matters. It is possible that the infusoria under the microscope do the same. No one gave a thought to the Barbarian players of Kirk as sources of Lions danger, or thought of them only to dismiss the idea they could beat them as impossible or improbable. It is curious to recall some of the mental habits of those departed days. At most Taff’s men fancied there might be other teams harder to beat, perhaps inferior to themselves and ready to welcome a missionary enterprise. Yet across the gulf of Green Lane, minds that are to our minds as ours are to those of the beasts that perish, abilities vast and cool and unsympathetic, regarded the Lions with envious eyes, and slowly and surely drew their plans against us.
To be continued………….
Green Army!
Taffy.
