In class the next day,
half were in Heaven, half in Hell.
Everyone had something to say,
half full of gloating, half took it well.
We’ll be up next season-
we’ll pass you on the way back down, one said.
You’ve lost all sense of reason,
one replied, you’ve clearly gone off your head.
But the best comment of all
(said reverently, like a prayer or a hymn)
was when a young lad called Paul
summed up what it meant to him:
Now I can play FIFA 2003 –
it’s going to be like a dream!
I couldn’t before – don’t you see?
How could I play as another team?