Euro 2028
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So in five years hence
Across the fence
Home Counties
With prolific bounties
Football comes together
Hell for leather
The UK and Ireland
On the domestic island
In 2028 they’ll gather
In their hordes
Treading the boards
Once again football
Coming home
Never walking alone
A nostalgic throwback
No room for setback
Gareth Southgate has to deliver
Across mountain, village and river
So Jude Bellingham, Mason Mount,
Jack Grealish too
Your call to arms
Success should never be taboo
Harry Kane perhaps your last hurrah
Let’s raise the elevated bar
Bukayo Saka firing from Gunners
Markers and runners
From your cannon fire
England poised on the trapeze wire
Now or never
So UK and Ireland
Be prepared for Euro 2028
Certainly not too late
For adulation and congratulation
The Irish blarney
Amid heat so balmy
Summer on the Emerald Isle
For a temporary while
Soothing green pastures
The country that gave us
Joy and freedom
Upon their blessed fiefdom
Saintly Liam Brady
A prince among midfielders
Baton wielders
George Best
A spellbinding force
Absolutely no remorse
Northern Ireland’s finest
His Royal Highness
So it’s the Tottenham Hotspur
Stadium
And Wembley
For the footballers of the world
This crazy social whirl that whirled
Europe paying homage to the
Best of the rest
Surely Gareth Southgate
From the Lake District
To Aldgate
This has to be England’s time
Let the good times shine
It’s over a half century
Since the pubs and clubs
Had reason to celebrate
When the pain would exacerbate
Our hopes and dreams
Of our British teams
Let the frustration subside
Among the turbulent tide
England please
We’re begging on our knees
Oh if you insist Scotland
And Wales in the equation
Our closest relation
Just a Euro trophy or Cup
We feel it our destiny to sup
From the legendary wines
Make sure there are no fines
In five years
With alcoholic beers
Sprayed across the garden
Be ready to harden
Your soul and spirit
Without boundary or limit
It’s coming home
Read properly from that
Weighty tome
History has to be on our side
No more shots agonisingly wide
Goals goals goals
From all agendas
Glories send us
To that podium of triumph
Where winners
Flourish and nourish
Seize the day
Britain
It has to be our
Moment, our way
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