Bit of insperation for tommorow

If you can keep your head when all about you*
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,**
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,***
But make allowance for their doubting too;**
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,**
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,***
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;******
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;**
*If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster*** And treat those two impostors just the same;***If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
*** Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,***
And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings*** And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew*** To serve your turn long after they are gone,***And so hold on when there is nothing in you*** Except the Will which says to them:
‘Hold on!’If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,******
Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,**
If all men count with you, but none too much;If you can fill the unforgiving minute***
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,***Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,****** And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!

Source:*A Choice of Kipling's Verse*(1943)

 

And if you can nick a goal without them getting one back

 

Spirit of Mike Bassett....England manager eh?

 

Worked for him