Football Poets

Will We Still Be Part Of It All ?

there’s a question that’s burning inside me
and it’s burning inside you I’m sure
we’ve been hoping and longing for years now
and we’ve felt it a few times before
now the pundits are rating our chances
and some say the’re big… some say small
but when I’m behind my old sofa
will we still be part of it all?

but it’s starting to get pretty close now
and it won’t be too long til it’s here
we might as well say throw our concepts away
for in time it will all become clear
but lately I’m thinking how fragile we are
we despair and prepare for a fall
but you and I know that however it goes
we’re still glad to be part of it all

yeah it’s one of those times when you start to believe
and you feel like we just might get through
but it’s one of those times when you scream out loud
about what in the world can we do
cause whatever we do in the quarters
its a chance for the boys to stand tall
there’s a dream in each eye…will we laugh will we cry
will we still be a part of it all?

and I still don’t subscribe to the madness
the money and greed in the game
and Blatter has gone but the smell lingers on
and it will do again and again
but i’ve never been scared to stand up to their lies
though sometimes it’s like a brick wall
so i’m writing this poem wherever it’s going
and I’m glad to be part of it all

they can ruin our game with their power
they can drive all the true fans away
they can make it revolve around branding
exploiting the parents who pay
for their children to advertise products
for prices that shock and apall
it drives us all mad and it make us so sad
at the things that they do to football

but just when you feel they’ve destroyed this old game
a penalty save makes us sing
and something reminds you the power of faith
is a really incredible thing
and yes I’m instilled with emotion
and I’ve watched ev’ry time as we fall
but I was eighteen when we realised our dream
and it’s something I still can recall

and in between parties in Chelsea
or hanging out on the Kings Road
I was with there with a black and white tele
and I felt like my heart would explode
when football came home for the first time
and the sixty six boys stood up tall
when the streets came alive in that hot Summer vibe
how I loved being part of it all

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