Staring At The Pitch and Thinking….
¶ 1
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We’re in with a shout
We’ll be winners, a rout
Goals? By the shed load for fun.
No matter who plays
Other team will be slayed
Then we’ll rest on our laurels triumphant.
¶ 2
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There’d be sleek give and goes
Incisive blows
Dealt to the others sides portals
We’ll attack down both wings
Become champions or kings
Given time we could well be immortal.
¶ 3
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We’ll score goal of the month
Get scant praise in The Sun
Laud it like some Jack the Lad
We’ll be on Soccer A.M
For the way we win games
And Helen Chamberlain ain’t half that bad.
¶ 4
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In post victory pubs
We’ll raise pints of suds
Toasting our idols and scoring
Then half cut drift off home
Reliving each moment
Of the day and our seasons new dawning.
¶ 5
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We’ll leap from our seats
To pay homage like priests
As the scoreboard lit up when we scored
Then we’d all raise our hands
Do a jig in the stands
We were Gods no mere man could ignore.
¶ 6
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As proud fans we would sing
Cheer, shout and fling
Plaudits from high on our idols.
Then as half past three came
A mere third through the game
We’d be despairingly nigh suicidal!
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