Wembley Way
Today’s the
day
We’re on our
way.
We’ll shout
for us
And boo for
you.
Today’s the
minute
It’s really
great innit?
We’ll cry
for us
And laugh at
you.
Walking down
Olympic Way (but no one calls it that!)
I’m
breathing in the atmos’ -
We’ll knock
you into a cocked hat
Unless game
you boss.
Today’s the
place
Glory or
disgace.
We’ll clap
for us
And jeer for
you.
Walking down
Wembley Way (everyone calls it that!)
I’m taken in by the quiet
Before the crowds descend for combat,
Snaking in a coloured riot.
Whether you’re a red, or maybe a blue,
Or a team that sports a different hue,
If you are wearing yellow or perhaps a purple shade
Your heart skips a beat as you walk the footie parade.
Today’s the Cup
Thing are looking up.
We’ll hope we win
And you will lose.
But whatever the outcome, it’s only a game
And we will be friends always the same.
Our hearts will leap
We’ll joke or weep
Down Wembley Way.
By Linda Prince
Wembley Way © Linda Prince |
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