Club Football Poem by sholadoye Dada

Roaring and shouting dominating the air
Boys rushing down the street
Every attention towards a centre alone
Discussion and arguments consuming the scene
As if programmed, silence appeared at kick off
Its champions league again!

Gentlemen seated glued to the TV
Some standing for late coming
Others outside for insufficient fund
Everybody watching with tension
Hoisting as the time amplifies
That’s the drill for the game

Just as the mind thirst for entertainment
It quest for their club to win through
Tipping it for the cup
Believing in them even with flops
And preparing for the shout
Only at a goal

As sign of real fan
They jolly to celebrate victory for their club
Losers stand by theirs
Ready to die for it
But what is worth dying for if not football?
And if football, club football….