The Older Fan’s Lament
¶ 1
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Oh, where is the kid who kicks cans in the street
With chalk on a wall for a goal?
He’s playing Playstations
With friends and relations,
Improving his finger control.
¶ 2
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Oh, where is the man in his cloth cap and clogs
Who lives for the Saturday match?
He’s scratching his belly
In front of the telly,
Or digging his vegetable patch.
¶ 3
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Oh, where is the player who will not take a dive,
But relies on sheer skill and endeavour?
He’s in the reserves,
As his madness deserves,
And he’ll probably stay there for ever.
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