Football Poets

In The Changing Room

this is the place where the pounding will begin
the space where the head and the heart start to spin
can you just imagine what’s going on within
in the changing room

here on the eve of a mighty mighty game
energy is soaring now pouring down like rain
building up pumping up it’s always the same
in the changing room

squad shirts gleaming lined up on the wall
massage tables ice buckets waiting for the call
i’d love to be invisible a fly upon the wall
in the changing room

these are the moments where there’s no going back
last minute changes to strengthen the attack
passion and commitment is something you can’t lack
in the changing room

out there the atmosphere is reaching to the sky
deep breaths and focusing no matter how you try
clock on the wall shows the seconds ticking by
in the changing room

adrenalin the will to win anticipation
stay bold and up-hold your reputation
camp mood is shifting now lifting expectation
in the changing room

ref calls the captains to brief them on the plan
take heed or he’ll be as ruthless as he can
the message to the players is to take it like a man
in the changing room

seemed so long now its finally here
quarter to three now the moment’s drawing near
tunnel lies waiting for the brave to appear
from the changing room

manager’s last words on holding your position
crocodile of tight smiles eyes the opposition
some touch club signs call it superstition
in the changing room

later when it’s over and the game’s long gone
soaking up the after-glow the feelings coming on
sheer delight or putting right the places you went wrong
in the changing room

ground all empty now crowd’s heading home
still around winding down sitting on your own
so strange this game it’s all I’ve ever known
in the changing room

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