Curse of the England football team.

September 28, 2016


The flags are out for England,
the fridge is full of beer.
They line up for the anthem,
and we give  a big cheer.


We are playing Iceland
they should win at least 2-0,
after all the build up
 and  one enormous bill.


Every time we hope for
a bit of National pride.
We hide behind the sofa
but the ball keeps going wide.


We are shown up by our neighbours,
Wales played with heart and soul.
But England keep on missing
and cannot score a goal.


We cannot keep a manager,
St George is looking cross.
We need to sort this team out
and get a decent boss.


And so we keep on harping
back to our glory days.
But fifty years have passed by,
that's now a misty haze.


So come on sort yourselves out,
we feel that we've been cursed.
What we really want now
is the passion of Geoff Hurst.


We need a boss like Ramsey,
we need the lions to roar.
We need a team that knows how
to get out there and score!
Jan Millward.©


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