The morning after

Sometimes we can’t do the unexpected;
sometimes we can’t upset the odds;
sometimes we just feel so dejected
and wonder why we’ve irked the football gods.


Sometimes Shay Given proves he’s mortal;
sometimes hard graft is not enough;
sometimes we look back through time’s portal
and hearken for a younger Keane and Duff.

Sometimes our errors will be pounced on;
sometimes our passes go astray;
our optimistic nature will be bounced on
and all our hopes and dreams will melt away.

Sometimes we’re punished for our messin’;
sometimes we’ll punch at our true weight;
sometimes we will be taught a lesson;
sometimes we’re frowned upon by fate.

Sometimes we get a sinking feeling;
sometimes we will not scale the heights;
sometimes reality comes stealing;
last night proved to be one of those nights.