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That is always the problem when hopes are raised.
Everywhere I looked I saw the flag of Saint George,
Flying out of car windows
Flowing down from houses
Adorned on the public’s chest
Shops with white and red balloons.
The country believed and I believed with them.
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I used to think there was nothing worse in football
Than an injury time winner.
Until Zidane taught me there was one thing worse,
The equaliser and the winner together at the end.
Together and their sum of anguish is a stain
Which is repeated by television shows as if
I’ve already forgotten.
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Every kick and every goal will affect me
And everytime an England player walks out
I will have to support him because there is no-one else.
It will tear up my stomach and dry up my throat
Sometimes I’ve adored those feelings
Sometimes I’ve despised them
But they will always be there when England play.