Welcome Back

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 It’s my world, my land, my stars
Each August when I smell that cut grass
The pitch of glory and mud-smeared kit
Dream your own ending, now this is it

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Anything is possible, how many points will we get
Just how many times will we hit the net
Bring on that day when its match day again
Anticipation, belonging, a longing – now, as then
The game lasts around an hour and a half
But long after the players have gone for a bath
We dissect, recollect, pick over each bone
Celebrate and revel or just have a moan



The pain of being a football fan is nothing compared to the pain of close season…

Editor’s note:

Spoken like a true fan!

We all share the pain.
You get your fix a week before some of the rest of us 😉

Not that you needed reminding!

Clik 😉

Source: https://footballpoets.org/poems/welcome-back-2/