1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Cloud nine carries the winners
In the new Wembley stadium
Raising them high to collect the Cup
One hundred and seven steps
Weary losers tread, the boreds



Not bad for the winners, fuelled by adrenelin. It’s a long way to go for a losers medal. Runners up? They’ll hardly be able to crawl.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/wembley/