The first few games? We strolled “em”
So our confidence was high
We won two-one, three-nil, and kinda showed “em”
That we were a pretty decent side.
Our expectations started rising
As we did up the league
Which was not at all surprising
With a bunch of praying nuns behind our team.
Then our carefree style came crashing down
With one almighty bang
As the league champions came rolling in to town
And that, as they say, was that.
I’ve never felt so scared before
Stood alone between them upright sticks
Nowt I did could halt the score
From that bunch of brilliant skillful kids.
Some of me mates from school had, had enough
With twenty minutes on the clock
Four nil down and getting stuffed
“Sir I’m almost sure I’m injured, please sir, can I come off?”.
But Sir was having none of it
“Get back on yer feet and play
If we were winning, you’d be swanning it”
Yeah but when you’re getting easily beat,
That’s a whole new different ball game!
Seven nil, it ended up, and in deep despair
I slouched off the field shot-shocked
They were firing shots in from everywhere
My poor fingers swollen hot
“Three cheers for the winners”
Our captain shouted loud
With tears of defeat from us naive beginners
As we slumped wearily, and dejected from the ground.
Us bunch of kids had a painfull lesson learnt
As we trudged home across the park
No-one told us, you could get yer fingers burnt
When yer played this football lark!