Football Poets

A Game Of Two Halves.

¶ 1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 ‘Is there anybody there?’ said the manager
Knocking on the dressing room door
Inside, fourteen pairs of dejected eyes
Looked down to the muddy floor

¶ 2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 He closed the door, stepped inside
Breathed in the vapor rub
Stared at the grim sad faces
Then wished he was down the pub

¶ 3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Four nil down, half time frowns
Looked at him forlorn
Eleven year old’s who knew it all
Thought winning was the norm

¶ 4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 The captain stood up and looked at him
‘ We’re fed up with getting beat,
If we let another four in, in the second half,
That’ll be sixteen in a week!

¶ 5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 Losing is just awful
It really isn’t fair
I’m sad now that I came to play for you lot
You all act like you don’t care’

¶ 6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 The manager took a deep breath
Took all of this in
Then said to all of those sitting there
‘Where do I begin….?

¶ 7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 In life, not everyone’s a winner
Someone must get beat
But to learn from that experience
Might make you hate defeat

¶ 8 Leave a comment on verse 8 0 As for fair, don’t go there
What’s with all this fair stuff?
The only fair you’ll find out there
Is the fare you pay on the bus!

¶ 9 Leave a comment on verse 9 0 This dog eat dog world we live in
Is just like this football match
Some days it you who gets the breaks
Other days… the slaps

¶ 10 Leave a comment on verse 10 0 Its not as if your playing badly
But they have got the goals
Just keep up with what your doing
Then anything might happen, who knows?

¶ 11 Leave a comment on verse 11 0 But don’t sit down there complaining
This football lark should be fun
Make sure you enjoy the second half
Much more than that first one

¶ 12 Leave a comment on verse 12 0 I wanna see the lot of yer you smiling
When you run out on that pitch
This teams as good as them next door
Its just we’ve yet to click

¶ 13 Leave a comment on verse 13 0 So come on lads, make yer mums and dads
Proud in the second half
Down and beat, on the retreat, Us?
You must be having a laugh!’

¶ 14 Leave a comment on verse 14 0 An air of great expectancy
Had filled the dressing room
Suddenly there was hope
Where before there’d just be been gloom

¶ 15 Leave a comment on verse 15 0 The boys did smile and for a while
They laughed and joked and chilled
After munching on the half time oranges
Felt so much more fulfilled

¶ 16 Leave a comment on verse 16 0 They trooped out onto the muddy pitch
To play the second half
The mums and dads could see their lads
Enjoying it at last!

¶ 17 Leave a comment on verse 17 0 When the game was over
The muddy eleven year olds
Were still full of beans from the buzz of it all
It sure helps keep out the cold

¶ 18 Leave a comment on verse 18 0 The dressing room, now was a happy place
Where there had once been sad despair
The mums and dads still cheered on the lads
From outside in the cold dank air

¶ 19 Leave a comment on verse 19 0 Oh! The final score? A four all draw
Everyone who was pleased agreed
In life you don’t always get what you want
But, you might get what you need!