See them on the terrace showing their Patriotism
Rather they did a bit of naturism
Down on the beaches where naked love is the scene
The only thing to hide behind is your mobile touchscreen.
But the violence here comes with the territory
And a 1-nil scoreline was inflammatory
Songs are sung with bitter hatred, culminating cheers
Followed by boos and hissing menacing sneers.
Flag-waving, nationalism; goes with a beer
Results in street fight caused by one racketeer
Your country is shamed, and filmed around the world
These louts look happy totally, unfurled.
They can't wait for that next international
… Back to the grind of pretending to be rational
Earning the money to follow, and support
Their nations team in whatever Port.
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