You know
When you get old in life
Things get taken from you
That`s just part of life
You only learnt that though
When you start to lose those things
As when you find out
That life became of inches
As is rugby
Because in either game
Life or rugby
The margin for error
Is so small
I mean one-half step
To late or to early
And you don`t quite make it
One half second to slow or to fast
And you don`t quite catch it
Inches we needed every where around us
They’re in every break of the game
Every minute
Every second
In this game
We fight for that inch
In this game we tear ourselves and everyone else
Around us to pieces for that inch
We claw with our fingernails
For that inch
Because we know that
When we add up all those inches
That`s going to make the difference
Between winning and loosing
Between living and dying
And I tell you this
In any fight is a man who’s willing to die
Who`s going to win that inch
And I know
If I`m going to have any life anymore
Is because I`m still willing
To fight and die for that inch
That`s what living is.
The six inches in front of your face
You`ve got to look at that man next to you
Look into his eyes
Now I think you’re going to see a man who will
Goal that inch with you
You`re going to see a man
Who will sacrifice and sell for the team
Because he knows
When it comes down to him
You`re going to do the same for him
That`s the definition of a team.
But either we play as a team
Or we will die as individual
That`s rugby my friend.
