The Football Fan’s Trap

And so it’s the end of the season,
Your scarf is all sweaty and smelly
Your team has gone down on goal difference
There’s pain in your heart and your belly.
You’ve spent all your salary threefold
On tickets and programmes and crap
And what did you get in return for it all?
Being caught in the football fan’s trap?

You think of the day of that cup tie
With promise of glory to come
Two nil up by half time and cruising
Till the goalie fell flat on his bum
But what will you do with your weekends
On your sofa with plate in your lap
Bored out of your brains with repeats on TV
It’s part of the football fan’s trap.

You start to remember the laughter
The goals and the beers with your mates
The free kicks and offside decisions
The passion and heated debates
And maybe it might just get better
You wish that that next season would start
For die-hards can’t ever be parted
From the team that belongs to their heart.

And so you start counting the days off
Till the first ticket lands on the mat
You know that this year will be your year,
Cos its part of the football fan’s trap!

© Carol Wood
May 2007

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