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Win It

Trent Morris

Friday, June 6th, 2014

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Win it for the ones
who’ve watched you play since you were boys.
Win it for first-timers
coming now to our game’s joys.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Win it for the fans
who still remember ’66.
Win it for the ones
who since have taken their last kicks.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Win it for your paper boys,
who’ll tell grandkids they knew ‘ya.
Win it for your grandparents,
who grew the ones who grew ‘ya.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 Win it for the ones you see
now coming up behind.
Win it for the wide-eyed youth,
the aged and the blind.

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 Win it for the doubters.
Go and show ’em how you’re made;
the grungy pub-soaked shouters,
only wish they plied your trade.

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 Win it for the butchers.
They might christen you a sausage.
Win it for the ones endured
near fifty years of lossage.

7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 Win it for the maids, mechanics
welders and au pairs;
for all who try, and try, and fail;
for anyone who dares.

8 Leave a comment on verse 8 0 Win it for your teachers;
them that showed you what to do.
Win it for Her Majesty.
She’s done enough for you.

9 Leave a comment on verse 9 0 Win it for Prince George.
Someday he might just say something
like, “When I was a Prince, those boys
made me feel like a King.”

10 Leave a comment on verse 10 0 Win it for the ones in ’44
gave up their lives;
for all their fellow soldiers
and their fellow soldiers’ wives.

11 Leave a comment on verse 11 0 Win it for your country.
Your country needs a win.
Win it for the men without
and for the man within.

12 Leave a comment on verse 12 0 Win it for yourselves
just so that after you have done it
forever and a day, they’ll say
you went, you played, you won it

© Trent Morris 2014

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/win-it/