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The optimistic terrace

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 On a cold winters day
I watch my team play
They give it their all
But they don’t see the ball
The weight of their passes
That ref may need glasses
Demoted, promoted neither’s the case
Mid table’s the usual ambiguous place.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 One day we’ll play this beautiful game
With all the elegance, without all the shame
Like that team off the telly with that wonderful grace
The one with the hairdos and electrified pace
Until that time I’ll keep turning the turn style and chanting the song
What else can I do but support my team strong?
In summary.
Come on you yellows, come on you blues, come on you reds for god’s sake don’t lose.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/the-optimistic-terrace/