Dad sits infront of the television
Opposite, so does mum
Shouting, swearing, screaming coming from everyone
He stands up and shakes his football shirt as England score
i used to love watchin the football, but not anymore
I remember the World Cup 2002, and the time we didnt score
The only thing that i remember now is lying on the floor
He's angrily slamming around the house, let down by the
team
And because he is so angry he rips me at the seam
He doesnt care and that was not a dream...
I smile at my family, and make for the door, my England
shirt hanging around me, shaking in the wind.
I walk over a bridge onto a field, and the football follows
me still, the boys are having a kick about.
My names on the back of my shirt, a right professional is
what uncle baz said, and now i cant get David beckham out of
my head.
We rely on England, our team and we have so much pride, and
no matter what we stand by our teams side.
Football shirts, caps, and glasses, bags and books, and
things to cover up our arses, jewellery clothes and balloons
and shoes, hopefully this year England wont loose.

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