Just To Be A Fan

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 this path we call a journey
is taken without plans
we turn up in all weathers
with head and heart in hands
we gaze like sheep upon these hills
we rise and fall as one
the seasons that hold promise
are all too swiftly done
belief is often threatened
and though we understand
no-one knows what we go through
just to be a fan

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 the hope they say that kills you
will keep your dream alive
when you are gliding at the top
or battling to survive
the range of your emotions
can differ by the hour
and though your songs are clearly heard
you do not have the power
to be out there upon the field
to help them win the prize
to influence what’s going on
there before your eyes

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 you stand or sit in sun and rain
you cannot stay away
and come what may when Monday’s here
you long for Saturday
the threats of relegation
they hang above your head
how different barely years ago
when you were top instead
your rivals laugh and taunt you
and say I told you so
the winless weeks drag on and on
but still you have to go

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 you turn up on those Groundhog Days
with head and heart in hand
you sing and drum with purpose
as if you have a plan
you never stop believing
you rise and fall as one
you watch the the season glide away
until the games are done
you never can explain it
and no-one understands
the stuff you have to go through
just to be a fan …

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 but you always still believe…
…well -dont you?


(For fellow football poet Graham Salter who emailed me to say .. why don’t you write a poem on what it’s like to go through tough times with your team as a fan.)

So this on the plight of a current Forest Green Rovers fan. No Wins Since October (Good name for a band?)

The matchday question : could this week be the one?

From the euphoria of two National League Play off Finals at Wembley, to finally getting into the League for the first time.

To just about surviving in League Two to winning the League in the last game of the season and reaching League One. To immediately losing your successful manager Rob Edwards to Watford (and currently Luton) and having your best players (who got you there) pinched by higher League clubs, like vultures. The horror.

To welcoming the likes of Ipswich, Bolton, Pompey, Charlton, Sheffield Wednesday and various quickly departing inexperienced managers to the Lawn on the hill, to going back down again .

And now we languish at the bottom of League Two with National League beckoning.

The life of a fan eh?

Source: https://footballpoets.org/poems/just-to-be-a-fan/