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Gutted

Louisa Holloway

Sunday, September 9th, 2001

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 The thrill of the game when I’m in the crowd,
Thousands of people screaming out loud,
Everyone waiting for the first goal,
Plenty of chances but they’ve all hit the pole,
Our team’s not the best, as we can all see,
They might well do better if a player was me.
Now it’s half time, I feel worse than my dad,
The score is 3-nil, the worst loss we’ve had,
The second half’s started, oh no it’s not good,
I sink deep in my seat and put up my hood,
As I go on home, I’m feeling quite rough,
I’m sick of football, I’ve had enough!

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/gutted/