A Fantastic Football Fan What’s with this game That made you feel so high? Was it your team Your mates The offside trap And then that lousy shoot-out Nearly made you cry? What’s with this ball That they could kick so high? It meant the world To you and them, so why? It’s all about expecting And then throwing in It’s all about the winning But not whining – not giving-in The square, the short and long ball The pals, solid as a rock The unexpected tackle Sudden shock You felt the roar And saw the lucky chip The crossbar stopped the goal That you were willing in And in the end At injury time When you went deep and deeper You didn’t find the goal Or spot the sweeper Then at the very end When they were on their knees You still walked tall And like your mates You claimed to take it all… The penalty and the strike, your way The win that set your heart aflame The game, the pitch, the offside rule The love that took your heart Your final match at home — your ball.