The Shinty Boys Are Here

The drums of war are beating on a mild march afternoon. They say the Clans are gathering to their well know battle tune. But this battle has no swords Lochaber axes or muskets primed. The Clash of The Ash is the sound all around the Shinty boys are here. To bring honour and pride to your town or village, and silverware too,is the prize. Blood and thunder,stitches too,burst knuckles , teeth and black eyes,. To contest to the last like great teams of the past to raise that great cup to the skies. Leave your lungs on the pitch they would say,but your stomach must stay, when pints come your way anything goes after that. 24 warriors with no quarter given, determined, and focused, only on winning. At the end of the game firm handshakes all round a quick scrub and some grub then I'll see you in the bar.. Next Saturday ,we'll do it all again, The drums of war are beating...