Footy Fellows

They are the first to drink

in the early hours

while others are still turning in bed

they are turning on the television

for 4,000 miles away across the pond

their boys are going to worship

at cathedrals named Anfield,

Stamford Bridge, from the city

center of London to the

Valley grounds of Charlton

They congregate and take pride

in their colors, donning kits

or scarves fluttering now on foreign land

They are the last to leave

while others are turning in

they are turning a blind eye to last call

having much to discuss

from their hatred of Old Trafford

to the tables and signings of the day

still able to hold their beer through

sheer force and ancestral genes

whether they were born here or

they have long been American

they will never forget their true home

if through no other calling than

the beautiful game

which they watch religiously

knowing what secret it holds

above all other sports

soccer travels