I’m pretty sure that I’ve just seen
The greatest film there’s ever been
On why anyone pursues their dream
Of playing for a football team.
The comradeship, the pain and hurt
Shared in the yearning for the shirt
Was talked about as if in verse
With cheerful smiles or comments curt.
I remember belonging to a team
In the schools and youth clubs of my teens
Where we would harbor these same dreams
Of playing for our local team.
But dream we did and some of us won through
To wear the shirts of white or blue
Whilst football gave us that clear view
Of a team what plays as one could do.
The film also reminded me of why
We’re football fans, it’s lows and and highs
The passion, hatred, hurtful cries
and in it’s honesty, much more besides.
These friendships nurtured, it appeared to me
Will last till this game called life has ceased
While what was clearly to be seen
(Despite what we think) all six seemed decent human beings.
When cheque-book teams have run their course
and the gimme mores have left these shores
Will we revert to the days of yore
When that lad up front, the one just scored
Began by cleaning boots and dressing room floors?