Expectations - World Cup

Expectations - World Cup . The first whistle blows, And ALL eyes watch, The first ball is touched, And the WHOLE world erupts, . Passion untamed, Passion excites, Like a burning flame, Passion ignites, . What we expect from every man here, Is to do his duty, We expect our fellow supporters to cheer with us, And we expect our opponents to boo profusely, . And ridicule us & despise us, At every opportunity, . And truthfully, We feel the same, For there are no favours in this game, And all eyes are on the same prize for the victory & the acclaim, . So we desire: Goals! Goals! Goals! Goals! Ahhhh, these we do adore! . We demand 90 minutes of composed fitness, A symphony of defensive skill, A melody of mid-fielding, An allegro of an attack, And break-dancing goalkeeping! . We believe that all referees must forgive our trespasses, And never award any penalties against us, . For should they choose to, And should we lose too! Hmmmm, We will respectfully cry like newborn babies, We’ll blubber, wail, Sob, sulk & scream, And yell every accursed name & insult under the sun, . And for those of us still harbouring the ancient hatred of a missed penalty kick, (Even 20 years later), We reserve the constitutional right to... Well..... Moan, (a little bit), . For even in the event of failure, It is our supreme duty to: Dust ourselves off, Lick our wounds, Tie our boots, And emerge from the Ashes & fly again, . Because NOBODY loves this sport the way we love it, Nobody understands the exhilaration & the pain, For us (the ever-faithful), Divorce is not an option, We don’t just engage for 90 minutes, We are married to this game, . And until death do us part, From this love affair of two halves, Where the world becomes our stadium, And we wear our sleeves on our hearts, . Bury us in the national colours of our armour, Blow the final whistle on our chants, For we expect nothing more & nothing less, From this sporting melodrama. . From the first whistle that blows, And ALL eyes watch, Until the last ball is touched, And the WHOLE world erupts, . . (c) Mr Gee