I am your number one admirer
And your number one believer
I will always be your avid fan
I will support you to the best that I can

I admit, I also see something beautiful
My eyes would also look to others as wonderful
But your words will stay as the best for me
There's no other words as awesome as you let me see

I will always be your avid fan
I will support you to the best that I can
You would tease me that I am unfair
But baby, to you, there's nothing I can compare

Today it starts,
A game of two halves.
Shame no one told us.

They will play,
We will watch
With one eye half shut

They will talk,
Another good game.
But fail like 1970,
To claim a prize,
We think of our own.

I was two the only time,
We raised a trophy,
That my father saw,
Being held aloft in ’66.

We claim our three lions roar,
Only they whimper out of tournaments,
With nothing, but a story of penalties,
And another cross bar denying.

So I say what will be different,
This four year cycle?
I know that the pain will be the same,
Angry words chanted, and dreams shattered

But then there is always
A spark of hope…

Or the next time.

©Nick Strong