It’s Over

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Another awful season,
like all those I’ve known before,
Another dismal run of form,
has chilled me to the core.
Another futile title bid,
lies on in tatters,
the refs hate us, as do the rest of the league,
and we keep on getting battered.
Another awful season,
Another year for which I mourn,
And lust for the title,
which from our grasp was torn.
Another awful season,
but a season at it’s end,
And I look on to next year,
when we’ll face it all again.



It all started falling to pieces with that horrible FA cup game at Old Trafford, and that’s where it all ended.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/its-over-2/