There’s Nothing Like BEING There

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 There’s only one way to watch your team
And that is to BE there
Feeling tension in the air
The ‘goal scored’ party atmosphere
The one win in seven relegation fear
To stand and chant and clap and cheer
When your season is shaped like a pear
The people around you relate and share
You don’t have to worry about what to wear
Replica shirt, hat and scarf – required gear

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 There’s only one way to watch your team
And that is to BE there
Even if you’re stuck behind a jesters hat
Or a flag the size of a block of flats
Stuck next to the bloke who constantly chats
In front of the fidgetty high-pitched brats
Listening to their dad’s list of boring stats
Groaning when our defence shows cracks
Screaming on every goal bound attack

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 There’s only one way to watch England
(And that’s from behind the sofa)
And that’s to be in front of the TV
With the cats perched upon your knee
Beside you – snacks and a big cup of tea
The mute button against televised commentary
Five Live Sport radio alive with jollity
No distractions, no queue for a wee
My choice words aimed at the referee
I can sit, lie down or stand on my settee
Watching England at home is the best way for me



In response to Kev Halls ‘The pub or home?’

When it’s my team, playing at home, I want to be there.
My team away, I prefer to listen to the radio commentary.
Football in general, I watch the tournaments on TV but Premier League/Championship games I prefer radio commentary.
I once watched a “beam back” game on a big screen at Carrow Road at a crucial time in our (ultimately successful) bid for promotion, a game that wasn’t available to view anywhere else but that was more to do with Delias Beef Bourginion and a lemony dessert being served.

I’ve never gone to the pub to watch the football.

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