No-Hope Football Team

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 The Taxman’s taken all my bread,
He’s stripped me, I’ve got nothing left,
All I’ve got’s this no-hope football team.
So here I am sat in the Stand,
I stamp my feet and clap my hands,
Cheering on this no-hope football team.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 My wife and kids have run away,
They claim that I’ve got nowt to say.
(Except about this no-hope football team.)
I s’pose we’re going to get divorced,
And you know who to blame, of course –
Blame it on this bloomin’ football team.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 The bailiffs repossessed my house,
I’m broke, skint, poor as a church mouse,
Seems I’ll have to sleep rough on the streets.
And I must sell my watch,
My overcoat, my shoes and socks,
To find the cash to see this football team.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 Let me, let me, let me state it clear,
The plain and simple reason why I’m sitting here:
Because I love to watch this Sad Bunch play,
It helps to while the time away,
On a boring Sat’day afternoon…

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 20/9/06
Denys E. W. Jones



This is a re-working of a song by The Kinks entitled Sunny Afternoon.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/no-hope-football-team/?shared=email&msg=fail