Champions Elect

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 How nice for once to fold your arms and sit back in your seat!
To spectate and be entertained, not worried ‘bout defeat.
Without that little monster that gnaws deep within your bowels,
Without that righteous anger that springs from unpunished fouls.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 How nice to watch a football match without the apprehension,
Not biting on your lower lip with urgent manic tension,
Not bothering to watch the clock as minutes tick away,
Not jumping up to hurl abuse when passes go astray.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 How nice to laugh if someone on your team should miss a sitter,
And not to care if Longford Town are hungrier and fitter,
[Though, if the ref should make a howler, we will still be booing it,
For, though the League is won, there is no point in overdoing it.]

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 How nice for once to shrug whene’er the other team attacks,
And if they score, applaud politely, sit back and relax.
How nice not to become enraged o’er ever minor reason,
But still, I’m glad it’s only one or two games in the season.

Source: https://footballpoets.org/poems/champions-elect/