It’s the cup final there’s no score
The last minute of what has been all out war
Then the unimaginable happens a penalty
Surely this can’t be happening in any reality
But yes the officials agree penalty it is
Up steps their taker the prayer is please miss
He places the ball steps back and then runs up
You know if he buries this they’ve won the cup
He strikes the ball the keeper dives the ball floats gentle
Over the keeper driving, the whole team goes mental
Five players are booked in the celebration that follow
The restart cmes then you hear that final whistle blow
The joy and disappointment are equally shared
At the result that nobody watching football dared
Predict the outcome of this cup final game
For the losres we offer the greatest shame
But for the winners it is absolute fantasy
As players and fans are in total ecstasy

When you play, this game, that we all love
The intensity, seems, to come from above
You want to fight, for every ball
Then, arguing against every call
The ref makes, in his incident reading
Giving decisions, often misleading
But he is the ref, and, the players all know
If they don’t agree then they can go
Home for tea, ‘because your mummy
Has told you, never spit out the dummy!

Another season coming to an end
Supporting a team that can’t defend
Mind you we can’t attack either
Which is sad when you can do neither
Still it’s entertainment for us fans of sorts
Though our time would be better spent buildibg forts
Then let’s get away from the weekend grind
And start to bear the fort building thing in mind
Then if the season goes from bad to worse
We can say goodbye to football with a curse
And start saying hello to playing with lego
And the building of forts of sorts you know