Blown Away & Back With A Roar

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 never thought i’d missed it all quite so much
sometimes we struggled just to keep in touch
if I get desp’rate it’s* here within my clutch
but not now

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 my Vuvuzela* never made a game
one World Cup féte isn’t quite the same
when crowds roar there ain’t nothin’ you can name

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 boos for the culprits boos for the boss**
boos for the apathy the way that we lost
boos from the fans all there at such cost
back here

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 cheers for the new-boys and hope for the season
cheers from the masses without rhyme or reason
time to forget about salaries and fees’n
just cheer

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 here with the passion of a brand new start
here where you hear fans screaming from the heart
trumpets in Africa a long way apart
from a roar

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 tingles down the spine when the teams take the field
the oohs and the ahs as the fears are concealed
we’ve missed the voices now they’re revealed
like before….

7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 once more



I must admit (the word ‘sad’ comes to mind I know,) I did buy a Vuvuzela*, (purely for educational purposes of course – yeah right ). But I’m no trumpeter and to be honest if you can’t play it, don’t bother!
Early season boos for ‘the country** that forgot how to play’ make way for old fashioned roars. That’s why it’s so good, at all the first games, to hear crowds singing, roaring, baying, booing and cheering again . That month long dose of incessant droning was anarchic, overwhelming, irritating and special in its own African way …but I’ve missed crowds roaring – have you?

Source: https://footballpoets.org/poems/blown-away-back-with-a-roar/