I’ve never tried to start a chant.
I leave that job to others.
That honour I have had to grant
To my more thick-skinned brothers.
It’s not that I’ve not wanted to.
There’s times the team needs lifting,
Whene’er the ball’s not running true,
Whene’er the flow is shifting.
But what if no-one else joined in?
I’d feel a complete fool
If fans stayed schtum, just gave a grin,
Like being naked in a dream
Surrounded by a crowd,
Solo chanting for your team
Would leave you red and cowed.