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Home, After a Sixth Round Loss

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Love, come inside and leave those wet shoes in the alcove,
dinner’s in the fry pan but you’ll have to re-heat the stove.
I’m afraid we couldn’t wait and it’s a little past its prime,
Silly me, I should’ve known that cup games go to extra time…

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 It didn’t – we were bad enough to lose in the regulation ninety
so much for all the talk “our attack, sharp, our defence, mighty”.
We’ve been downing them at the pub since just before five
How could that idiot ref not see that tumble was a dive?

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 1 Never mind dear, the children’s museum outing was great fun
Although, both would have loved it if you could have come…

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 They nicked an early lead, then proceeded to park the bus.
Had the hide to celebrate, showing off, right there in front of us.
Of course, the scorer was that bloke we decided to release,
he provoked a few of the boys into a rumble with the police

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 We’d thrash this mob of journeymen every other day of the week
but when it actually meant something we turned the other cheek.
Can’t believe this after winning at The Hawthorns in the last round
I thought – oh, yes – a second division side at our home ground!

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 I’ve had it with this dud club, with this annual disappointment,
Dad said “pick your own team, son” – now I know what he meant

7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 Gee love, don’t get yourself all agitated again, all worked up
I bet they tried hard but sometimes your name’s not on the cup.
Remember there’s more to life, there’s no point in you moping
Now you can go to your sister’s wedding and fix that roof coping…

8 Leave a comment on verse 8 0 Oh great, that’s better than Wembley, you never understand the hurt
year after year of expectation, frustration, of believing in that shirt.
You don’t feel it like I do, like all us local lads do, this sense of shame
and don’t dare suggest there’s always next year or that it is just a game

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Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/home-after-a-sixth-round-loss/