Next Season

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Now that this season has ended;
now that the league’s done and dusted;
players you loved and defended
like kids – expectations adjusted:
put all that paid pain behind you.
Only look forward. Next season.
Forget all things that remind you.
Forsake reality, reason.
Tell ’em your side’s gonna win it.
If they say “Whaddaya mean?”
Leicester surprised too, now di’n it?
Champions back in sixteen?
Tell ’em your side’s gonna win it.
Abide. Hold onto that rope.
Pride be your guide. Now begin it.
Begin your next season with hope.


Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/next-season/