I woke up this morning before the jangling alarm
Good sleep, winning dreams, felt as fresh as a daisy
Sun streaming in through the curtains
So yeah, I felt good
Did I mention the sun had his hat on?
With a full beaming smile, accentuated by the prism
Of the early morning mist, creating a complementary upside down rainbow
So a picture postcard dawn, and yeah, I felt good
A soon-to-be Easter bunny hopping safely across the road
A relatively traffic free journey in
With Royseven and Ian Dury’s Rhythm Stick revvin’ up the radio
Followed by James Brown… ‘I Feel Good!’
And half way down the motorway, the countersight
Of a full moon peeping through the shimmering haze
Casting an ethereal glow
Setting up the most glorious of days
But then it all came flooding back…
Midweek madness, outright sadness
Champions League progress stemmed
Like a machete’d fern
Trying to look on the bright side
We didn’t win, ok we didn’t draw either, yet…
There’s always the second leg?
But what with the way we played – where’s the hope?
An ageing team, a multi-million flop
Not-a-one prepared, to run til they drop
The only real fight, in the mighty JT
But where’s our record-buster, on a goal-scoring spree?
Football, yet again
You’ve kicked me where it hurts
Like a Vinny Grab
And I’m not talking shirts!
So the whole week lies in ruination?
Well of course, this being a Friday
And being a creature of habit
I had to look at the fixtures …