Football

It's gone...or is it?
we're now 4 and 7 - not the best stat,
But I guess preseason we weren't ranked?
we could still make the final eight.
And irrespecitve, we look quite good.
Ordinary sides still flog us sometimes,
but only one good side has flogged us,
Even sides that beat them are scared of them,
They shouldn't lose too many games.
We'll lose some more, but it's not all bad,
some of our young-fellas look good.
This year is gone, perhaps the next,
but mark my words (I wouldn't jest),
I think our future looks quite bright.
I'd love to say 'next year',
but perhaps not quite.
Two or three might be a guess.....
46 years between grand finals is far too long....

Football

I love my team, I hope they win,
I'll Wait for the game to begin,
We had no chance at start of year,
yet these young blokes must have no fear.

They might be twelfth, it may be true,
But there's still more that they could do,
In fact I heard the experts say,
They might be in the 'eight' today.

This year there's not much in the teams,
And any side can win, it seems,
We're 4 and 6 with 10 rounds gone,
The season's not yet halfway done.

Although there's plenty in the season yet,
The toughest sides, we've probably met,
Ironically the games we've failed,
we played the sides we should've nailed.

at ten past two the siren roars,
And then we focus on the scores,
The rain pours at the M.C.G.
but can we win? I guess we'll see...

Weekend

Another day, last time this week,
And then my week will hit it's peak,
I hope I can do half a day,
Without big drama...Then it's play!!

And once back home I'll have an ale,
I'll surf the 'net, and drink that pale,
When evening comes, the footy's on,
And after that, my Friday's gone.

On Saturday, I'll stay in bed,
Not all the day, it must be said,
A later start, then off I go,
Off to the shops, rain hail or snow.

That afternoon, another game,
More AFL, more of the same,
A quiet beer, a blog or two,
Before too long, that day is through.

Sunday sees a lazy start,
No getting up at Sparrow's fart,
The time goes quick, it's afternoon,
The dread of work takes over soon.

It's strange to think the time I wait,
To see the weekend as though it's great,
Yet when it comes, I don't do much,
just watch TV, or something such.

Football

Before the game I thought we'd lose,
To watch the game? I'd rather snooze,
But to the club I was dragged out,
But that we'd lose, I had no doubt.

We got there as the game began,
and sat beside another fan,
then, 'oh', surprise! Our team had scored,
before the our foe were on the board.

And by the time the siren blew,
We'd kicked some more, led by a few,
A quarter down, three left to go,
I still thought that we'd lose it though.

The second quarter changed the score,
Our foe had kicked a couple more,
But somehow still, we're in the hunt,
We're down by less than one straight punt.

The third one seemed to start ok,
Perhaps it would be my side's day?
But still didn't think it would,
This other team was far too good.

Early in the final term,
We'd kicked away, They'd start to squirm,
but soon enough they hit right back,
There's naught to do but have a crack.

With only seconds left to play,
We got the last kick of the day,
And only one point down as well,
he dropped the mark, we missed the bell!!

Still in the grander scheme of things,
We'll hold our head up, drink like kings,
The bookies had us beat by miles,
The end result allowed us smiles!