Two Halves

Bellowing instructions from the touchline, that's my dad
 Purple in the face' getting really mad
 Man on! Man on!
 An empty stadium yells "man on"
 Come on! Come on!
 The cross goes sailing wildly over the heads of everyone
 "Stop fannying around! Keep it nice and simple!"
 "You're not Lionel Messi' just pass the bloody ball!"
 Man on! Man on!
 An empty stadium yells "man on"
 Come on! Come on!
 The cross goes sailing wildly over the heads of everyone
 Perhaps we were expecting this to be a walk in the park
 But these bastards from King's Priory are kicking lumps out of us
 Man on! Man on!
 An empty stadium yells "man on"
 Come on! Come on!
 The cross goes sailing wildly over the heads
 Their left back slips taking a free kick
 It trickles over the mud straight to me
 In desperation he scrambles and slides
 I leap his flailing leg and dink it
 Over the sprawled body of the goalie
 The net is gaping
 The ball takes a bobble and I slice wide of the mark
 Everything goes quiet
 Staring into the red dark of my palms
 They launch a long ball into our box
 Suddenly we find ourselves with a corner to defend
 I am on the near-post
 Somehow it gets bundled underneath my feet
 At the final whistle I am inconsolable
 Man on! Man on!
 I reckon dad is really disappointed with me
 Come on! Come on!
 He tries his best to not show how he really feels
 In the car home' he says "dust yourself down
 Move on to next week's game
 Shall we pick up a Chinese or would you rather fish and chips?"