The ballad of 2 Seans

The ballad of 2 Seans Oh it’s Friday night on the 4G lights, And the wind cuts straight to the bone, Two Seans stand brave with a squad they can’t save, apparently theres a Dave but he's gone AWOL And not one of them stays in the zone. There’s twenty‑odd kids in a sugar-fuelled blitz, All sprinting in opposite ways, One’s chasing a cone, one’s chewing a phone, And three haven’t stopped since last Tuesday. CHORUS: It’s organised chaos, a beautiful mess, The Seans try their best but they’re losing the test, and they scream where the fucks Dave?? “Tag the hips!” they both shout — but the kids all just guess, On a cold Friday night with the minis. One Sean’s yelling “LINE UP!” while the other shouts “SPREAD!” But the team forms a circle instead, A lad’s lost a boot, someone’s covered in mud, Though the pitch is 4G — how’s he done that? He’s good. A try’s somehow scored, though no one’s quite sure, And the parents all clap through the frost, The Seans share a glance — that thousand‑yard stare — Thinking “How have we already lost?” CHORUS: It’s organised chaos, a beautiful mess, The Seans try their best but they’re losing the test, and they scream where the fucks Dave?? “Pass the ball!” they both cry — but it’s anyone’s guess, On a cold Friday night with the minis. But when training is done and the madness winds down, And the kids finally wander off home, The Seans stand there proud, ‘cause despite all the noise, They’ve built a small rugby kingdom of their own. FINAL CHORUS: It’s organised chaos, but somehow it works, With two Seans in charge of twenty tiny berserks, And they’ll do it again — ‘cause that’s rugby, of course — On a cold Friday night with the minis. and they scream where the fuck is Dave??