Wembley Way

Wembley Way

Today’s the day

We’re on our way.

We’ll shout for us

And boo for you.

Today’s the minute

It’s really great innit?

We’ll cry for us

And laugh at you.

Walking down Olympic Way (but no one calls it that!)

I’m breathing in the atmos’ -

We’ll knock you into a cocked hat

Unless game you boss.

Today’s the place

Glory or disgace.

We’ll clap for us

And jeer for you.

Walking down Wembley Way (everyone calls it that!)

I’m taken in by the quiet

Before the crowds descend for combat,

Snaking in a coloured riot.

Whether you’re a red, or maybe a blue,

Or a team that sports a different hue,

If you are wearing yellow or perhaps a purple shade

Your heart skips a beat as you walk the footie parade.

Today’s the Cup

Thing are looking up.

We’ll hope we win

And you will lose.

But whatever the outcome, it’s only a game

And we will be friends always the same.

Our hearts will leap

We’ll joke or weep

Down Wembley Way.

By Linda Prince

Wembley Way © Linda Prince