This week on the blog we've been looking at familiar themes. If there is one thing I share in common with a lot of people it is a love of football, so for that, I've decided to write a poem- as a bit of a wake up for the Premier League season. I'm excited. I don't even support a top flight team (I'm a Blackpool fan- we started 2 weeks ago) but that doesn't stop there being something special about the 'big' opening weekend.
Without further ado then, a poem.To August.
After good-byes to Fergie, Mancini and Rafa
The pigeons again have been cleared from the raftersThe grass has been cut and the pitches re-sown
The kits now unveiled and there's tech for the goals.
There'll be Rooney and Luis though neither are playing
And the Welsh whizz kid Bale's off- or so they're saying
The money is bigger, the reward increased
Which basically means you'll pay more for your seats
But you're in- you can't help yourself- this is your love
Whether out on the terrace, at home or the pub
The hope lives within you- child, woman or man
You've played here in your dreams, it's what makes you a fan
So for all of those moments you consider dear
Welcome back, old familiars, this could well be your year.
Thanks for reading, S.
