Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more;
Or close the wall up with our flat back four.
In training there's nothing so becomes a man
As modest stillness and humility:
But when the blast of whistle blows in our ears,
Then imitate the action of the fox;
Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood,
Disguise fair nature with hard-favour'd rage;
Then lend the face of Vardy a terrible aspect;
Let pry through the portage of the head of Slimani:
Like the brass cannon; let the brow o'erwhelm it
As fearfully as doth a jinking run from Mahrez
O'erhang and jutty their confounded defence,
Swill'd with the wild and curling screamer.
Now set the foot and stretch the hamstrings well,
Hold hard the breath and bend up every spirit
To his full height. On, on, you noblest Leicester.
It goes something like that, anyway.