It ended like this once but perhaps, just perhaps there’ll be a new chapter??!!!

The story ends there

Or perhaps it goes on?

For all the years since

Are filled with hurt.

It’s hard to be English

We invented these games

But when push comes to shove

It’s always the same.

We always get beaten

And at our own game.

And beat by the Germans

Again and again

They say we are arrogant

Expecting to win

But it’s more disappointment

And patience worn thin.

And so often in football

The team in the way

Has been the same Germans

We beat on that day.

There’ll be a new tournament

We get up our hopes

But sooner or later

We’re back on the ropes.

There have been odd occasions

Where we have come close

But when it comes to a shoot out

The Germans are best.

So the story ends there

But also goes on

As we dream of the trophy

We’ve only once won.

How long it all lasted

Is not easy to say

They found us a house

And we soon moved away.

But from similar experience

I’d take a guess

That the way it ended

Was something like this.

The adults moved in

And cancelled the joy

There’d be rules

Proper pitches and organised teams.

There’d be no creativity

Or players with flair

No playing for fun

In case you might lose.

In time the green spaces

Would be covered with signs

No running, no ball games

No boys on the grass.

And the games that made heroes

And heroes to be

Now carry a label

They are called ASB.

So all day football

Is no longer seen

Kids can’t go out

So they’re stuck

To a screen.

Winding down now – 2 more episodes.