Sunderland A.F.C. Sonnet

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 We had a little general, Bobby Kerr,
And with him in command we won the Cup.
Our team of cut-price heroes caused a stir
And when they raised that cup, they raised us up.
That happy, rainy afternoon in May
I bought a four-pound ticket for six quid.
That one-nil victory took my breath away
With thanks to what my namesake Ian did.
But that was over thirty years ago.
We’ve never hit that kind of height again.
When will we next have silverware to show
To give us all some joy amidst the pain?
We now anticipate and dream ahead.
Let’s hope at season’s end those dreams aren’t dead.


Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/sunderland-a-f-c-sonnet/