Match Of The Day

The smell of burgers fill the air

The fans all mingle everywhere

Chants from lads sing, come on boys

Its kick off time I feel the noise

Ooos and arrrs fill the ground

Nails are bitten all around

All the crowd will slate the ref

With F's and B's in every breath

All of a sudden, the home side score

My ears are ringing from the roar

Smiles appear, we're one nil up

We have one hand, on that cup

Half time comes, It's pie and tea

The pitch looks lush in front of me

The programmes now are seven quid

Was just a pound when I were a kid

Out they come for second half

As I wave and twirl my footie scarf

An hours gone, Its still one nil

Air Is thick of that burger smell

It's all gone quiet, the away team score

Home fans not singing, anymore

The clock ticks round to stoppage time

Our reputations on the line

The final minute has now come

We've only gone and bloody won

A soaring header from our no5

Have kept our cup dreams still alive

Whistles blown the fans go crazy

My head and hearts a little hazy

No good films on, tonight I pray

Just four words "Match of the day"

Reviews

[Gee]

Enjoyed this, been to many a nail bitten match. Used to play down the road from you for Flitwick, Ampthill, Marston, Westoning.....good times