New season nerves

It's matchday tomorrow, the first of the year.

my heart is pumping, with excitment and fear.

Will my team win?, will my team get beat?

maybe we'll thrash them and be in for a treat!

I have my new shirt and my season ticket

you dont choose your team, you simply don't pick it.

the team it picks you and steals your love,

as you stand on the terraces, flood lights lit up above.

but every fan feels this on that last night of the year

the last night before you can say, the footy season's here.!

as we enter the grounds and the matches they start

my knees become weak and joy floods my heart

at the matches end whether happy or sad

i travel back home with my loving dad,

we talk about how the referee was shocking,

the oppositions fans are the ones doing the mocking!,

and so i look forward to our next home game

maybe we'll win and i wont feel this pain.

or maybe we'll lose and i will glum,

but one day i will come home and celebrate that we won!