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Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more;
Or close the wall up with our English dead.
In peace there’s nothing so becomes a man
As modest stillness and humility:
But when the blast of war blows in our ears,
Then imitate the action of the tiger;
Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood,
Disguise fair nature with hard-favour’d rage;
Then lend the eye a terrible aspect;
Let pry through the portage of the head
Like the brass cannon; let the brow o’erwhelm it
As fearfully as doth a galled rock
O’erhang and jutty his confounded base,
Swill’d with the wild and wasteful ocean.
Now set the teeth and stretch the nostril wide,
Hold hard the breath and bend up every spirit
To his full height. On, on, you noblest English.
Whose blood is fet from fathers of war-proof!
Fathers that, like so many Alexanders,
Have in these parts from morn till even fought
And sheathed their swords for lack of argument:
Dishonour not your mothers; now attest
That those whom you call’d fathers did beget you.
Be copy now to men of grosser blood,
And teach them how to war. And you, good yeoman,
Whose limbs were made in England, show us here
The mettle of your pasture; let us swear
That you are worth your breeding; which I doubt not;
For there is none of you so mean and base,
That hath not noble lustre in your eyes.
I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips,
Straining upon the start. The game’s afoot:
Follow your spirit, and upon this charge
Cry ‘God for Harry, England, and Saint George!’

William Shakespeare, Henry V, Act III

Substituamos “Harry” por “Vitor Pereira“, “England” por “FC Porto” e “Saint George” por “adeptos portistas“. O sentimento é que tem de ser o mesmo.

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  1. By moonlight we ride
    Ten thousands side by side
    With swords drawn held high
    Our whips and armours shine
    Hail to thee our infantry
    Still brave beyond the grave
    All have sworn the eternal vow
    The time to strike is now

    Kill, kill, Oh !
    Kill, kill, Oh !
    Kill, kill, Oh !
    Kill, kill, Oh !
    Gone are the days when freedom shone
    Now blood and steel meet bone
    In the light of the battle’s way
    The sands of time will shade
    How proud our soldiers stand
    With mace and chain in hand
    Sound the charge into glory ride
    Over the top of the vanguished pride

    Victory, victory, Oh !
    Victory, victory, Oh !
    Victory, victory, Oh !
    Victory, victory, Oh !
    To the battle we ride
    We crossed a starlit sky
    No space no time
    We’ll catch the wind
    Strange losses, men died
    We crossed a starlit sky
    And still no space or time
    We’ll catch the wind

    Kill, kill, Oh !
    Kill, kill, Oh !
    Kill, kill, Oh !
    Kill, kill, Oh !
    Sound of charge into glory ride
    Over the top of the anguished pride
    By moonlight we ride
    Ten thousand side by side

    Kill, kill, Oh !
    Kill, kill, Oh !
    Kill, kill, Oh !
    Kill, kill, Oh !

  2. Convidam sempre os mesmos cabeçudos para a nossa festa!Demais…Ontem o pentacampeonato de andebol, hoje o título no hóquei (ainda bem que foram roubados o ano passado, senão este era o bi-hexa ou duodecampeonato, ou quê, bem, não interessa..era um nome complicado…mas claro que o aprenderíamos a dizer, como aprendemos Genselkirchen..!)…MUITO OBRIGADO PORTO!Graças a Deus não nasci lampião!”…Olha a cabeça…olha a cabeça do lampião, continua a inchar, continua a inchar…”..Ahahahah! Amanhã, a paços, amigos, a paços…em presença física ou metafísica, todos juntos somos muito fortes, somos enormes, somos invencíveis!

    P.S- hoje, a ver a ficha do jogo do pentacampeonato de andebol, apercebi-me que ontem, a quente, da emoção e dos copos, fui injusto com o Ricardo Moreira…!Por essa razão o meu pedido de desculpa…

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