FOOTBALL

Horowhenua Chronicle, 29 April 1913, Page 4

FOOTBALL

T — '•HEIIOES OE THE COAST." A lirst-class moral in verso is set out in tlio subjoined remarks sent in by- "A Sport";— Just up biie line from "Wellington, this town you all havo aeon, l'ou can see by local papers they are a protty hot football team. And it you will only venture out somo wet and rainy day \ou will see without much looking that those are tho 'boys to play. To see Xepia Winiata scaling down the line, 11 reminds one very often of the yarns of old Carbi*#. And when they pass the hall to hit younger brother Nyo, it would often do your eyesight good to seo the way he flies. And then there's Georgie Lester with his quick and cunning way, It would often do players good to watch the way he plays. Then what about Joo Heta with the speed of Mr Postlo, Why he just the little Maori boy to show them how to bustle , And what about our Hector Mac (what oh!) for tricks and dodges Ho wears that good old simple I smile when playing his fellow "codgers." Nevillo "Winiata at the half act he's not bad at all, No sooner do they hook it than lie's away with the blooming ball. And then there's old Tim Close, by gosh, he's protty hot; And if he only once made up his mind could race the blooming lot; And •what about this Dixon the "Waiarapa mnn of Pame P He's on the sick list now, but plays a good old game. And Freyberg, T must mention without any sldte or boast. Trains very hard at all times, and is always at his post.

Then there is Walter Winkta, what a -whale ho Is to toil, Quito a hero at the game, and n liero to the coil; What oh for Billy Pio, quite fourteen or fifteen stoneWhen his little blood is fairly tip lie's out upon his little own. Dalziell from Shannon too from right amongst the flax, Always comcs out to piny the game and always does his whacks. And Seiascia Brothers I might say without any overlooking Are always out upon the field to do their wack at hooking. But .just a line "before I stop a word' of a<l rice to you, If you don't do more training, T'ovin, you meet your Water-Loo.