Season’s End
Another season over, hey ?
There’s no more football after May,
I think the FA Cup was Saturday.
Oh wait, this is an even year,
So the World Cup or the Euros must be near,
Within a month or two.
I doubt I’ll watch it much or cheer,
But hear results from colleagues, as you do.
I’m not so much a fairer-weather fan,
As a blue-moon pair-of-eyes, I guess.
My attention span is twice-a-season, maybe less.
It pops up on my radar
In a pub or in the press,
Or I maybe hear the sports news in my car.
Two-nil, three-one, goalless draw,
But don’t ask me the offside law.
However, at those moments
When it bubbles up again in-mind,
I wonder how the local team are doing ?
Have all of their opponents left them far behind, once more ?
All administrated, relegated, powerless to score ?
Or are they flying high this time,
Pursuing record-signings, epic cup-runs, in their prime ?
And am I missing out on must-see viewing ?
But then the next song plays, and I forget.
And all their efforts pass me by to no regret.
I might yet catch a casual match, or maybe not
But either way, it’s soon forgot.
So, no more football after May,
Not that I’ll really notice that it’s gone.
Another season over, hey ?
And someone won and lost, and life goes on.
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