The crowd went wild as they came onto the pitch,
Everyone watching, their eyes on their own team.
People started standing up, as if their bottom itched,
The cup final live at Wembley, Is every football dream.
I could not afford a ticket so I had to stay at home,
And watch it on the telly, with a crate of beer.
Some savory snacks, and a friend from down the road,
I threw a toilet roll at next doors dog, for atmosphere.
10 minuets into the game, my team nearly scored a goal.
The ball bounced off the cross beam, taken from by the striker,
The ref said it was off-side, that man has no soul.
My sides manager complained, looking madder than a hairy biker.
Just after half time it seems that a penalty was taken,
Because the opposition manager argued with the referee.
It appears that the other team goalie was mistaken.
Why do all the goals seem to come when you nip out for a pee?
15 minuets from the end, our striker struck it clear.
Another goal for our side claimed another game.
All our supporters leaped and gave a cheer.
The opposition supporters, bowed their heads all in shame.
Feb 25, 2009 @ 23:41:07
