If the striker thinks he scores Or the keeper cries in shame They understand not the crowd’s applause I make, and hear and earn again For I am the crowd and I am the ball I am the triumph and the blame I am the turf, the pies, the All Always and ever, I am the Game. It matters not who won or lost Nothing is the score you made Fame is a petal that curls in the frost But I will remember how you played. –Terry Pratchett (Unseen Academicals)
