We’ll soon be off to Deutschland,
We’re getting all psyched up.
And certain fans still kid themselves
That we can win the Cup.
“This time, this time, we’ll get it right.”
Is what I hear them say.
“Make no mistake, we’re at our peak,
We CAN go all the way.
A goal or three against the Swedes,
With little or no sweat.
While Paraguay and Trinidad
Should not prove tough to beat.
And once we’ve seen off that lot,
The rest will be plain sailing.
We’ll board a bus straight to Berlin,
And leave the others trailing.
Then on a sultry July night,
We’ll win a hard-fought Final.
We’ll rule the waves, we’ll rule the world,
We’ll tower above our Rivals.”
This upbeat talk is nothing new,
We’ve heard it all before.
In younger days I shared such views,
But now I’m not so sure.
I’ve gazed into my crystal ball,
The future for to see.
You wanna know how things will go
This year in Germanee?
We’ll make it through the Group Stage,
The first match after that.
But have no fear, we’ll lose the next,
And home come scuttling back.
The sun’s set on our Empire.
Our Gunboats have been scrapped.
The Prize we seek’s beyond our reach,
For God’s sake, cut the crap!
Yes, all you fans who dream and hope,
Take heed of what I say:
Our name’s not written on this Cup.
We WON’T go all the way!
Denys E. W. Jones