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Running All Night

Number Ten

Wednesday, April 4th, 2007

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 They run, run, run, run around.
Sometimes the ball spins along or over their heads
But they don’t even notice it
Because they’re too busy running.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 It’s one of those games
Where I have to count the number of shirts on the pitch
Because I’m sure the other team
Has got an extra player.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Our striker doesn’t give up
But he never touches the ball.
He’s too busy running after the defender
Who hasn’t even noticed him.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 They are dogs being teased
They follow the ball, not the players
And as it gets stroked around the pitch
They can only run until they’re tired.

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 And now they’re tired.
They’re bored of the effort and frustrated with the game
And now it’s getting dark and cold
With the wind chilling their ageing kneecaps.

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 Formation evaporated, tactics dissipated
The whistle ends this sorry scene.
They can walk now, like the fans now leaving and muttering
“At least they tried”.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/running-all-night/