1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 At the end of the contract
Players can choose to walk away
At the end of the season
Norwich still hosts our day
Born here, live here
Torn here
Stolen identity
Passing game hoofed high and long
Doesn’t reach the man in the stand
An ordinary fan
Clinging to hopes that have long let go
Still we come back, it’s all we know
Players are cash led to roam
Good or bad, this is our home



Where else are we going to go?

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/choices-2/