The day has come,
your finally here,
its about time,
you've been waiting all year. I've reached wembly stadium,
it's the best i have ever seen,
there are four great stands,
and the pitch in between. Were all sitting down on our seats,
eagerly waiting for the teams to come out,
we all started to stand,
chant scream and shout. The teams are lined up,
we scream our chants,
the sound is growing,
growing like plants. The ref blows the whistle,
the opposition kick off,
the ball draws all eyes to it,
like a light to a moth. The ball is crossed in,
to the far post,
the other team score,
and the other fans boast. We reach half time,
and the score is 1-0,
all our fans are gloomy,
and i feel ill. The second half starts,
im going home happy i will,
well i would do,
if we weren't losing 2-0. Our striker hits the ball,
back of the net it has gone,
the score is 2-1,
the comeback is on. There's twenty minutes to go,
were going to score,
YES! its 2-2,
It's all to play for. It's 90 minutes in,
we have a penalty,
great we have scored,
it's now 2-3. The final whistle has gone,
it's back home to Dover,
unfortunately now,
my cup day is over. |
