When You Can Only Hope…. and Pray.

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Hope is stood wearing a losing shirt
A goal down with seconds to go
Yer heart’s almost broke, yer prides blimmin hurt
And as for that ref, why don’t he just end this and blow?

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 As a small neon sign, shines down the touch line
Flashing, three extra minutes to play
A tannoy confirms what everyone’s heard
There’s a chance that today is your day.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Yer keeper is camped on the halfway line
You’ve ten blokes in all out attack
Yer keep lumping in longballs to prolong the fight
Which the other mob keep lumping back.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 Then a last ditch attempt at salvation
Is pumped in to the eighteen yard box
It rebounds off a post, in frustration
You start cursing like you’ve lost the plot.

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 The ball lazily rolls off a defender
Toward sanity’s sacred white line
As one of the boys punts it to the net
This strange feeling wafts over ones mind.

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 Though deep down inside you were certain
That today was your epoch of days
Just mere minutes ago it seemed curtains
That the tie (sic) or a point could be saved!



I was inspired to pen the above poem after reading Emily Dickinson’s truly blinding piece of verse: Hope is the thing with feathers…

It just reminded me of some of the places, where I’ve stood or indeed sat, when all seemed lost, and the boys, with the help of Lady Luck, somehow managed to turn it round in the dying seconds to grab a precious point or a replay, to save the day.



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