World cup 2006

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By <3 Because Sometimes You Cant Just Say It <3

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. © copyright, RYDER CB X

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