The chance to pass for Kane to score
The chance to hear all Wembley roar
Our coloured flags in hope we wave
To brighten all our darker days
When hope was in such short supply
And England struggled to get by.
Who would have thought that man and ball
Could help us realise that all
Those angels that have seen us through
With gowns and love and PPE
For care of all who share this land
Whatever colour they may be
Are those for whom we take the knee.
When stepping out on hallowed turf
To win or lose for what it’s worth
The nation owes a debt to them
For making us feel at one again.
The memories this team can forge
Will live for many all their days
With pride they wear the lion crest
For Harry England and St George.
Fate in the end decides we know
If skill or slip will lead to fame
But few will say when this is done
That football is but just a game.
FGD 2021.
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Superb and very nice poem, George! I fear it takes more than a football match to bring this divided country back together. In facet, I’m still trying to work out how we got into the Euros in the first place, now we are OUT….
Best wishes,
Lara
Lara Chopin
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