I have never truly understood
Our love of the beautiful game –
Celebrity status, controversy,
Its silverware, fortune and fame.
Twenty two men, testosterone fuelled
Each hell bent on a win for their side;
Fast and fierce, laying siege to a goal
Eight feet high by twenty four wide.
Their behaviour is often deplorable
As they tackle, dive, writhe and gurn;
They challenge the ref, engage in a fight
While obscene sums of money they earn.
Yet, they’ve armies of loyal supporters
Who unite in one single aim –
To follow their team, win or lose
For love of the beautiful game.
