This is a very famous poem, which a few years ago was voted "Britain's favourite poem". It became more famous when it was featured in the film Four Weddings and a Funeral. Yes, it's a bit of a cliché nowadays, but it might have been Calum's mum's favourite poem. And if people read it properly it fits Calum and the BB house very well. I think this might have been a philosophy he was brought up with. Regardless of what if anything he does for a living, as a man he seems very decent and fair, and growing up with a father like his must have been incredibly tough. Calum is hardly just the son of a football legend. Sadly, George Best is now as famous for his battle with alcohol as for his football skills.
Read this poem and see how it fits this mother's son:
[IF you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!'
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
' Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch,
if neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!