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When Saturday Comes

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Counting the hours down and marking off days
Bought a new scarf and a replica shirt
Fed up with cricket and tennis and golf
Paid up season ticket and ready for off

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Dreamin’ of victories and glories to be
A season of heroes of silver and gold
Those ninety odd minutes of heavenly bliss
Life is for living with football like this

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Don’t care if the weather is sunshine or rain
The boredom is over a sigh of relief
The pitch is a picture Monet would be proud
And we’d pull on the shirt if we were allowed

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 The beautiful game has its boots all laced up
The turnstile is open and the referee blows
Sick as a parrot and over the moon
When Saturday comes, it’s over too soon.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/when-saturday-comes-3/