Saturday’s Dreamings

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 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 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 One P.M.
Congregational ramblings.
The what ifs? The must do’s.
Reminiscences of Wembley Way, glory days,
Fellow worshippers, united aspirations.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 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 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 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 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 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.


Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/saturdays-dreamings/