(a.k.a The Arabian Potbellies fan club) We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;

Unfortunately the Arabian potbellies could not send a 1st grade team this year as the Manila 10’s clashed with an Emirates League game and unwilling to spoil a potentially perfect season with a forfeit (so far played 10 lost 10).  The 1st team is banned from travelling.  However our ‘supporters club’ will field an unofficial unsanctioned team and hope to improve on Bowl Runners Up trophy that we won in 2008. meanwhile here is a bit of poetry from Bard Luvved-up (with apologies to the other bard)

“This day is called the feast of 10’s in Manila:
He that outlives this day, and comes safe home,
Will stand a tip-toe when the day is named,
And rouse him at the name of Arabian Potbellies
He that shall live this day, and see old age,
Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours,
And say ‘To-morrow it is 10’s in Manila:’
Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars.
And say ‘These wounds I had on 10’s in Manila day.’
Old men forget: yet all shall be forgot,
But he’ll remember with advantages
What feats he did that day: then shall our names.
Familiar in his mouth as household words
Hot-Oil the Coach, Luvved-up and Chopper,
Rent Boy and Penelope Pit-Stop, Thigh-Strain and Worzel,
Be in their flowing cups freshly remember’d.
This story shall the good man teach his son;
And Arabian Potbellies shall ne’er go by,
From this day to the ending of the world,
But we in it shall be remember’d;
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he to-day that sheds his sweat with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne’er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition:
And gentlemen in Dubai now a-bed
Shall think themselves accursed they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That played with us upon a Manila 10’s day”