Football Poets

O I Do Hope We Win The World Cup.

¶ 1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Some say to win is everything,
Some say that’s absurd
Henry Sanders said: “It’s the only thing”
In case you haven’t heard
But I well remember `66`
A young boy at that time
When Nobby did his victory jig,
Tir Na Nog was mine.

¶ 2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 So! No if’s or might’s or can we do it
Come on England lets get to it
We’re right behind yer, so lets get real
By playing a blinder in Brazil.

¶ 3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Does winning feel like a fortnight at Hastings,
With cockles and whelks, jellied eels
Or that fortune one won at the races,
As a fancy raced clear of the field?
Will it cause you to shed inhibitions,
Think Trafalgar Square swims in the buff
An otherwise totally outrageous decision
Unless England should win The World Cup.

¶ 4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 So! No if’s or might’s or can we do it
Come on England lets get to it
We’re right behind yer, so lets get real
By playing a blinder in Brazil.

¶ 5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 When winning comes, will it come in the morning
Just as I’m making a brew?
As sweet as the Ty-Phoo I’m pouring
Sweetened by lump or two?
Will it bounce on The Thames like a streetlight does?
Thus ensuing the dark waters shine
Causing tears of great joy and outpourings of Love,
Two emotions not seen by our team for some time.

¶ 6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 So! No if’s or might’s or can we do it
Come on England lets get to it
We’re right behind yer, so lets get real
By playing a blinder in Brazil.

¶ 7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 Could winning have an effect on betrothals,
With hordes of dashing young blades on one knee?
Or lead to a quite gargantuan birth-rate explosion
Like the one of 1953?
Will it foster (sic) a huge rise in business,
As fans fond of a celebratory sup
Visit local hostelries, (having first done the dishes!)
Were England to win The World Cup?

¶ 8 Leave a comment on verse 8 0 So! No if’s or might’s or can we do it
Come on England lets get to it
We’re right behind yer, so lets get real
By playing a blinder in Brazil.

¶ 9 Leave a comment on verse 9 0 Some history books refer to us
As having won it once unjust
Given half the chance we can self-destruct
Like a French team or the Dutch
Shall we rise as a nation united,
Or sulk like a bunch of spoilt brats?
I just hope we arrive fit and up for the fight
Focused on giving our best in each match.

¶ 10 Leave a comment on verse 10 0 So! No if’s or might’s or can we do it
Come on England lets get to it
We’re right behind yer, so lets get real
By playing a blinder in Brazil.

¶ 11 Leave a comment on verse 11 0 Will winning inspire the people,
By adding a spring to their step
Informing The World we’re unbeatable,
Thus instigating a plaudit from Sepp?
What effect will it have on our school-kids
As our name in bright lights is lit up
Enabling them to recall who they were with?
When England last won The World Cup.

¶ 12 Leave a comment on verse 12 0 So! No if’s or might’s or can we do it
Come on England lets get to it
We’re right behind yer, so lets get real
By playing a blinder in Brazil.

¶ 13 Leave a comment on verse 13 0 When winning comes, will it come without warning?
Just when us fans least expect?
Might it drop on the mat like a pool’s win?
Or a Bingo full house one covets?
Will it brighten the morn like the sunshine?
Transport the mind to another great time
By reminding the fans; I remember when I
Stood up and cried – with tears of real pride in my eyes.

¶ 14 Leave a comment on verse 14 0 So! No if’s or might’s or can we do it
Come on England lets get to it
We’re right behind yer, so lets get real
By playing a blinder in Brazil.

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