1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Saturday a funny day
When work it stops and we watch the play
The reds are moving to their win
The blues play out their game so grim
The mother of our favorite plan
The loss to our special man
Its not a part of any plan
yet we stand beside you
We realise we are there without reason
without care
But we have to carry on
With this heavy load on our road to freedom
Freedom to go for our goal
To beat the maths so cold
Beating a feeling so very old
Come on blues
We cannot lose
We may not win it this year with you we hold so dear
We have another season
Lampie Lampie light our way



Mothers are very important to us all – lets go for it x

Source: https://footballpoets.org/poems/loss-2/