|

We`re Rubbish And We Know It

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 WHO cares about winners medals, TVspots and glory?
WHO cares about trophys, spoiled kids and stories?
WHO cares about millions, golden watches and honours?
WHO cares about the devils, the blues or the gunners?

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 OUR cupfinal is a lower division bottomclash, year after year,
OUR cupfinal is standing together starring at our worst fear,
OUR cupfinal is heartattacks when everything is over the top
OUR cupfinal is a late goal somewhere else meaning: We stay up

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 OH YEAH, In my weirdest wildest dreams, we win the triple in style
OH YEAH, for a taste of the league I`d walk the world and a mile
OH YEAH, sure I`m jealous and I`d love to go to Europe and shout
but maybe hard work without millions is what football is really about?

Notes

Dedicated to my favourite club, Aarhus Fremad, playing in the danish 2nd division.
I had a hard time translating it, but I hope the outcome is all right?
And I hope some british and irish supporters can recognize the feelings in it.

Enjoy 🙂

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/were-rubbish-and-we-know-it/