Leave a comment on verse 3 0
Trudging down to an almost empty end
Arms aloft, you applaud damp travelling fans
You might have won, but a nailed on pen
Was called/crossed off , on a dubious change of hands.
Leave a comment on verse 5 0
Walking up to the other captian
Shaking hands, you wish him well
As the home fans continue chanting
You’re beaten, soaking and far from home
And that must be….the worst feeling in the World?
Leave a comment on verse 6 0
Then a microphone’s stuck in yer face
“Got a few words for the armchair punters?”
“Yeah I’m extremely proud of me team-mates
For giving it their all, but tonight, luck was just against us”.
Leave a comment on verse 7 0
“I hope that Chelsea go on and win the cup
That’s all I’ve got to say”
And with that a disappionted Redman, head held proudly up
Turns away from the camera’s and with his dignity intact
Slowly walks away.