This morning the muse of poetry was smiling brightly at me, so with her blessing I composed a great poem which I share with all of you.


I play seven games or more
In a day, it's a galore!
Losing bad or winning big
It's allright, don't give a fig

I am looking for your teams
If you lose, please hold your screams
Don't you put the blame on me
And don't curse the RNG

If you play the best you can
You'll become a better man
Don't be afraid to get a spank
And forget your damn coach rank

There are tournaments and brawls
Secret weapons, giants and claws
Garion made this for us all
So be there and play the ball

There's the Shield and there's the SLAM
Great coaches like Soul_Thief and Bram
Other ones I'd like to kick
That's because they cherry pick

If you whine and if you quit
Stay away, and so be it
But my friend, running away
Means you'll never learn to play

I would like there were more lads
Playing daily with their squads
Secret League, that is my life
It's far better than a wife

So let's make a team and try
Come on pitch, please don't be shy
Brace yourself, just have a look
If you lose... well, you met Crook.