And Now It’s All Over

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 And now it’s all over.
Our run’s at an end.
No more the red rover,
Its homewards we wend.
The road that’s behind us
Combined joy and toil.
Tomorrow will find us
Back on home soil.
Lille did unravel us,
They tore us to shreds,
But Shels’ doughty travellers
Need not hang their heads.
They gave it their all
Against sizable odds.
The team should walk tall
For to us they’re all gods.
And the memories won’t wane
For a hundred years more
Of the mighty campaign
Of two thousand and four.


Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/and-now-its-all-over/