Football Is His Religion Poem by Francis Duggan

Football Is His Religion



He does have a very sad look on his face
Disappointment in sport can be hard to embrace
At the weekend the team he is a fan of did not win
Yet life does go on and the sky did not fall in

Who knows after next weekend's game he may be feeling great
A win for his team he may have to celebrate
He may laugh and joke with his mates at the pub
And join in the chorus of the song of the club

Football is his religion and his club is his god
Suppose in him in that there is nothing odd
His team has become a huge part in his life
Almost as important to him as his family and wife

Even in the lunch room at work he does talk of football
And of others interested his team's game at the weekend he does recall
He suffers of footballitis an addictive thing
That moments of joy and sadness to him bring

By the sad look on his face it is not hard to tell
That at the weekend his team did not do well
Football is his religion and his football club is his god
Yet suppose in him in that there is nothing odd.

Wednesday, May 11, 2016
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