As boys we dreamed and hoped to be
We watched the game and chose our team
Match day comes and passions rise
We gather in tribes & watch from sides
We’ve spent a week of misery
In life & work that has to be
Our only escape is on TV
And hope the wife stops nagging me!
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Then match day comes & passions thrive
I stand and feel the bile’s rise
And those I cheer are part of me
The team I watch and want to be
He’s off his game it angers me
I shout I scream it should be me
Yet they all seem to disagree
But they don’t feel the pain in me
Coz he’s the best there’ll ever be
How dare he try to degrade me
He scores a goal no good for me
He should have scored already 3!
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The whistle blows it comes to an end
I cross the pitch he sees a friend
But do I say “well done my son?”
I moan at him for missing one!
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What right have I to tarnish thee
His garbled words his looks at me
An adults fears and misery
Are skills we teach too easily
We fail in life but hope they’ll be
The dreams we lost but yearn to see
He wants to be from watching me
I shout I swear accusingly
The love we shared can never be
We fight we scream so bitterly
He sits he stares he looks at me
Then turns his back forever on me!