16 June 2012
So many little men in uniformed colour, Forever looking smaller and smaller, There's an odd one in blue or grey, Who's whistle seems to have the power to slay, Something magic hidden in the ball, Perhaps a bewitching spell to enthral, They all hop about to get it, And I'm wondering if I can really commit, Now I know when to call offside, Perhaps I know enough to keep my pride? The pansies are beginning to annoy me, From all the fuss you'd think he was an amputee! Half-time is even more dreary, It doesn't help that I'm sleepy, But these guys chatting is mind-numbing, Football seduction, eh? I'm not succumbing, But - wait - what was that? Carroll scored for England! I can't believe our little upper hand! Sweden seem too good to beat, And nothing's near to concrete, But, hey, Okay, Pass me a cider and I'll say, "Come on England!"
[England 3:2 France!]
Novice • Opuss № I