Here we go it’s kick off time, your mmouth is dry
The hairs on the back of your neck try touching the sky
It’s the worst bit you can think of any part of a game
You can hear all those people singing your name
You open your eyes realizing no dream it’s true
So what is the next thing thay you’re going to do
Call for the sub not ‘cos’ of injury it’s your mum calling you
You’ve got to go in because it is breakfast time
And it gives me the chance to end this little rhyme

In the case for the defence
We could see the indifference
Then we look at the attack
And see they hunt in a pack
But what of the heart we have in midfield
That’s our true defensive shield
It’s also the engine for when we attack
Going all out like they’re in a pack
Trying for the goal that is our salvation
Hoping we reach that one destination
So we get enough points to stay where we are
Then we’ll watch others below us from afar

Another day, another poem, about the game we know, and, love
And, how that game fits into our lives, just like a well worn glove
We’ll enjoy the game forever more, when, we see teams scoring
With excitement every minute, so, how can the game be boring
With goals and tackles flying in, and, players being really harmed
Making comebacks oh so quick, you’d think, their lives were charmed
But we don’t care about the pain, our favourite players, go through
So long as they’re back, and, playing, for the likes, of me, and, you
So let’s hear it for the superstars, and, may they have a long reign
As we support, and, see them play, in sunshine, and, the rain
Yes life for we supporters, gets so much better every day
Even though, to follow our team, we pay, and pay, and pay