It’s over, all over.
Our dreams have faded away.
Blackest January sadness blights July.
England beaten by Croatia
In The World Cup.
We reached the semi final
For the first time since 1990
Only to lose in extra-time:
Failing to see the danger
With our very youthful eyes.
So much to be proud of.
So much better than before.
We should have scored a hat-full,
But see the final score:
(One – two).
I really do hate losing
Whatever I watch or play.
It really will be ages
Before this pain fades away.
My defeats I long remember,
It’s from these things I learn.
Seeking to be a winner,
My inner passions burn.
We’re building to the Euros,
On in two year’s time.
Well ahead of schedule,
So losing’s not a crime.
The World Cup stays way out there,
Hopefully just on loan,
For in the hearts of England
Football has come home.
Paul Butters
© PB 12\7\2018.
Jul 12, 2018
Jul 12, 2018 at 7:02 AM UTC
It’s over, all over.
Our dreams have faded away.
Blackest January sadness blights July.
England beaten by Croatia
In The World Cup.
We reached the semi final
For the first time since 1990
Only to lose in extra-time:
Failing to see the danger
With our very youthful eyes.
So much to be proud of.
So much better than before.
We should have scored a hat-full,
But see the final score:
(One – two).
I really do hate losing
Whatever I watch or play.
It really will be ages
Before this pain fades away.
My defeats I long remember,
It’s from these things I learn.
Seeking to be a winner,
My inner passions burn.
We’re building to the Euros,
On in two year’s time.
Well ahead of schedule,
So losing’s not a crime.
The World Cup stays way out there,
Hopefully just on loan,
For in the hearts of England
Football has come home.
Paul Butters
© PB 12\7\2018.
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