The time for talking’s over
As momentum gathers pace
Will we win and if we do
Will we win with skill and grace?
Will the press talk of “The Football”
Not what goes on outside
Will the referees be fore warned by the powers that be
“Don’t get taken for a ride”
Will the artistes be protected
From those who maim and clog
Will the eejits be ejected and locked up
By the polizie and dogs
Will the games all flow in a vibrant glow
Will a rising star light up
To justify the managers faith in him
To shine in this World Cup
As the country raises its hopes on high
To be as one unite
Like the Bangladeshi boys in East London streets
Who proudly wear the red and white
We hope there’s cheers not many tears
As we go on our way
In what is just utopia
On that lush green field of play
Will the multitudes all gathered there
And those who harbor doubts
Cheer with gay abandonment
Or barely raise a shout?
Are we as good as we think we are
Are the other team unknown?
Do we expect to go as far
As heirs to the throne?
Will we all enthrall as purists
To appreciate great skill
Although he may not play for us
Will we applaud him still?
As we feast our eyes will we feign surprise
When a lanky bloke gives his all
Proving that he’s not just “A basket ball player”
Like Arsene Wenger said, the fool!
What ever way the dice may fall
What ever fate may conjure up
Surely the be all is saying I was there
I played in the World Cup!
Cometh the man cometh the hour
Our time is now its here
Lets celebrate, berate, enjoy
As loyal true fans of our beautiful game do
With passion, hope, with cheer!