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…’Til I die

S B Ingle

Sunday, April 22nd, 2007

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 If your car’s a write-off
You can buy another one
If your cycle gets a puncture
You can walk or take a run
If the pub runs dry of beer
You can console yourself with shorts
If your wife is past her sell-by
You can go to divorce courts
If you lose your job
You can change career
If you outgrow your trousers
You can buy a bigger pair
But if you lose your faith
And you don’t love your team any more
You have to fight to get love back
You must clutch at every straw
It’s not in your hands to pick your team
You are fixed up when you’re born
Football is for life, not just a season
Its belonging, belief and colours worn
Rights and wrongs, and ifs and buts
Your head and heart collide
But when that whistle starts the game
You wear your shirt with pride

© S B Ingle 22.4.07

Notes

In theory, if you’re born in London, Birmingham, Manchester etc – you have a choice. In practice, I suspect that your family decide along with choosing your name.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/til-i-die/