Lifted from Stephen's post, but what you might call a team effort (groan) with that Sid chappie:

>Siderius Nuncius wrote in message ...
>
>>I think that's Metaphysicals 2, Romantics 1, Stephen.
>
>Sorry to follow self up, but I think there's only one way to settle this
>argument in a civilised and scholarly manner. A football match.
>
>The Hamilton Metaphysicals team is:
>
>Goal:
>John "The Cat" Wilmot, Earl of Rochester
>
>Back Four:
>Abraham "Nobby" Cowley
>Andrew "Captain Marvel" Marvell (capt.)
>George "Chopper" Herbert
>Aurelian "Stonewall" Townsend
>
>Midfield:
>Fulke "The Fulker" Greville, Lord Brooke
>Edmund "Wally" Waller
>Ben "The Playmaker" Jonson
>Lovely Richard Lovelace
>
>Strikers:
>Deadly John Donne, Sir John "Suck-on-that" Suckling
>
>Coach: W. Shakespeare
>
>
>The terraces are already ringing to contemptuous chants of "Keats, be not
>proud", "We look on your works, ye lightweights, and have a good laugh",
>"Byron - get one free" and so on.
>
>And anyway, you've *no* chance with Coleridge in goal - he only stoppeth one
>in three.

The oposition comes from Albion Romantics, playing a 2-3-5 formation:

Goal: Robbie "the Great Chieftan" Burns

Left Back: Horace "the Wall" Walpole 
Right Back: Thomas "the Curfew" Gray

Left Half: John "Basil" Keats
Center Half: William "the Task" Cowper
Right Half: Thomas "the Boy Wonder" Chatterton

Left Wing: William "the Tyger" Blake
Inside Left: Mary "Frankenstein" Shelley
Centre Forward: George Gordon "Lord" Byron
Inside Right: M G "Monk" Lewis
Right Wing: Sir Walter "the Flying Scot" Scott

Coach: J C F von Schiller
General Manager: A W von Schlegel

And the crowd say "Where are the songs of Spring? You're not singing
any more" and "When you walk in beauty like the night, hold your head
up high."

-- 
Stephen

Into my heart an air that kills from yon far country blows:
What are those blue remembered hills, what spires, what farms are those?
That is the land of lost content, I see it shining plain,
The happy highways where I went and cannot come again.