what was it like to be a sportsman in the old days you are in the Coliseum fighting for Glory and survival yeah the crowd Roars chanting your name even the emperor gives you a thumbs up in the Vikings era the icy winds bite you as you wrestle a Burly Warrior you pin him down and your clan hails you a hero brute strength alone determines honor in medieval England you ask a pretty noble woman for her favor ride well sir you lower your Lance charging at full speed one strike decides the champion in ancient Greece your
chariot races rains Tau Hooves pounding Wheels rattling only the best cross the line they give you a crown made of sacred Olive leaves