Oh my! The former tunnel rush days of glory. Maybe they may come back someday, but that fleeting initial flush of uncommon and naive youth is gone forever.
Oh ! The good old days. One day perhaps they may return, but that first flush of rare and innocent youth has gone forever. " “The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ, Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line, Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it.”." E. Fitzgerald