He is Football Crazy
This reminds me about the song my Mam used to sing
He is Football Crazy
Football-crazy men, with their constant roar,
Chasing after goals, but wanting more and more.
The shouting, the cheering, the never-ending game,
Each match a battle, but all just the same.
Their hearts beat in sync with the referee’s call,
Fighting for glory, for pride, for it all.
The crowd’s electric, the energy high,
As dreams are born and sometimes die.
I watch from the sidelines, feeling the strain,
Wondering if it’s worth all the pain.
A world of obsession, of passion, of drive,
The game’s the only thing that keeps men alive.
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