Saturday’s Dreamings
¶ 1
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It’s the routine that’s important.
Different day, but the ritual can never change.
Another step on optimism’s eternal road.
Ten A.M:
lucky pants, lucky shirt, lucky shoes.
The order matters.
More significance than team selection or tactics.
¶ 2
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One P.M.
Congregational ramblings.
The what ifs? The must do’s.
Reminiscences of Wembley Way, glory days,
Fellow worshippers, united aspirations.
¶ 3
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Three P.M.
Hope soars, the chanting, the praying.
Everything’s in place,
it’s in their hands;
the carriers of lifetime dreams;
the recipients of hard worked earnings.
¶ 4
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Five P.M
Despair: same old film, same old ending.
It’s the refs fault, cheating opposition,
global warming, government policy.
Conspirators, one and all.
¶ 5
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Still, very soon my mind will be lost in a liquid paradise.
We’ll analyse, criticise, generally demoralise.
And tomorrow?
Well, the dreams will begin again.
We have to keep on dreaming.
We have to keep on dreaming.
WE HAVE TO KEEP ON DREAMING.
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