‘That could have been me’
From the stands a voice calls out
As the goalscorer runs with joy
His hand punching through the sky.
The fan wonders how it could be
That he was never spotted by a scout
When he played as a young boy
How quickly those years passed by.
Every break, lunchtime and after school
With a ball you would find him
Practising over and over again
To become a football star.
Now he shouts at every fool
Who slips up with an unsteady limb
So his team loses and he feels the pain
As he can do better he could have gone far.