12th Man

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 The beautiful feral wild creature that is the terrace,
nothing like that swaying wall of unadulterated noise
the big wide hungry heart that gives and gives again
breathing life into the game

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 And it’s not the high prices ticket touts
or the over-inflated transfers
the ridiculous notion that anyone is worth 300 million
it’s not the Sky views promising a package to deliver match-day the same

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 but the 12th Man, can we still say that?
it’s our game, belonging to the fans,
therefore collectively speaking
yes we can. football, our domain.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/12th-man/