All the years
I kicked a ball
All the years
I won **** all.
Always a loser
Every week
We got
Thrashed
we
Got well
beat.
The crowd would
Shout  chants
From their seats
With disapproval
Stamp their feet.
We didn’t
want fortune
Notoriety or fame
We just liked to play
The beautiful game.
We weren’t losers
Not with our crowd
Maybe if we had
A good striker
We could have
Made
Them proud.