For yet another summer football fever
has gripped the nation,
everyone talks how it’s coming home
and how we’ll win it this time,
I didn’t realise we were all playing.
For the tea-time kick off
everyone clocked off work early
heading for home or the pub
to watch the big game,
while I covered phones that didn’t ring
and read a couple of chapter of my book.
The next game kicks off tonight at eight,
the streets are already empty, quiet
apart from the England flags
flapping in the summer breeze.
I won’t be watching tonight’s game
I’ll be at home reading my book
when they say but it’s a must-win match,
I’ll say, I couldn’t give a damn.
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Author:
Tom Dylan (
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- Published: June 25th, 2024 07:29
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Comments1
Spoil sport! I know what your mean, Tom. But you have so many other pleasures to indulge in as you reside in the Old Country.....
You could, for example really get behind the Oxford and Cambridge boat race...doesn't take too long. You could chuck much enthusiasm there and then return to your book.
PS: What's the title?
Never been one for football.. Now, Rugby League, there's a sport. And the NRL is the best in the world. Will you be watching the State of Origin tomorrow? It's on in the morning over here. 🙂
Surprise! Didn't expect such cross cultural consciousness Tom!
Answer: Yes! I live in New South Wales...Don't watch footy normally, however State of Origin is obligatory...AND I watch the Women's as well...Wow! there's some hard women going for it too.....
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