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Now We’re Not There

Ian McMillan

Tuesday, November 26th, 2002

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Now we’re not in the final,
I don’t care;
I’ll get the mower out and do the lawn
Now we’re not there.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Now we’re not in the final,
I don’t think
I’ll sit and watch the flipping game;
I’ll go out for a drink.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 But I know I’ll be mowing
And I’ll suddenly stop
And I’ll go into the kitchen
For a glass of pop,
And I’ll nip into the room
And turn the telly on
And only two minutes
Of the match have gone
And I tell myself I’ll watch
Till one team gets one
And before I know it
The first half’s gone!
And I’m still sitting there
And the lawn’s neglected
But the game’s drawn me in
With its unexpected
Turns and twists
Tactical moves,
German efficiency
Brazilian grooves!
And before I know it
The game is over
One team in despair
One team in clover…

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 And that’s how football gets you,
It grabs you by the throat
It won’t allow you one day off
Even with a mowing note!

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 So one thing more to say
As I go out of the door
I’ll see you all in Portugal
2004!

© Ian McMillan www.ian-mcmillan.co.uk

Notes

written for www.megasoccer.com 28.6.02

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Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/now-were-not-there/