our day in the sun
|The FA Cup Semi Final
From the Corner Pin and Two Brewers they came,
Shelf Side, Paxton and The Park Lane
Bricklayers, Olive and The Bell and Hare
Each with their routines and traditions to share.
Each with the same aim,
The same goal and dreams
A day out at Wembley
Pleasure in the extreme.
Meet the lads in the pub
Our bond shared like brothers.
Pint mate? Yes please
And then have another.
Quick catch up, some banter
Take the piss, have a laugh
Dressed to the nines
With your lucky scarf.
Kick off a song, the lads join in
Shout it with pride, bursting from within
This is it. Sing our anthems, sing proud
Iím 10 feet tall floating on cloud.
More pints? Yes please.
Order a pitcher as the bar is now packed
Flirt with the barmaid, will she react?
Stand in a circle united as one
Song builds up slowing into an anthem
The whole pub is jumping
My heartís really pumping
This is life, this is alive
Ossieís Dream; Marching in; From the Lane
Louder and louder, again and again.
More beer is flowing, new friendships growing
Laughing and sharing tales of the Lane
Where do you drink?
Do you know whatís his name?
Were you there in 81, 82 or 84?
When Gazza owned Wembley?
When Klinsmann got four?
On the train, keep it going
Singing boisterous and coarse
An unbeatable force
Into the ground and itís Tottenham we see
Flags and colours with the same aim,
In search of glory.
We try to do ourselves proud
and sing ourselves hoarse
but are ultimately powerless
to change the gameís course.
Now the gameís over and Iím crying inside
Feeling so empty devoid of all feeling
Canít understand why
Donít know the meaning.
Imagining if weíd won and captured the moment
Taken the chance, held it and owned it.
Loss has taken over, sadness depression.
Do the players feel the same?
Or is it just another job, only a game?
Back to their mansions, accepting no blame?
Do they know what itís like to follow a team?
To want something so bad, to live life through dreams.
Or is a career, a way to earn cash?
For a rolex, a car, a 4 bed detached.
What are they thinking now?
Is their week in tatters?
Are they as empty as us
Or is it the money that matters?
The main difference is we live our life through them
They represent our culture both now and then
When we cheer as they score who are we celebrating for?
For them or for us, Iím really not sure.
Do we even know them?
Why do we want them to win?
Is it for their success or the shirt that theyíre in?
See, their shirt is us and all we stand for
Our hopes, identity, emotional saviour.
They give us a community, a place to belong,
Something to believe in, through drink and through song.
A place thatís consistent with friends always there
Where we forget lifeís pressures, shout and swear.
Tottenham gives us tradition built year upon year,
Meet at the station and go for a beer,
Remember the old days of times in the Paxton
Of friends not here now but never forgotten.
Win, lose or draw, sorrow or glory,
Each match still matters, each a new story.
So now the cup ends I must get over the sorrow
Take experience of yesterday and build for tomorrow
Itís you mate that I feel for, as we want it so much
But weíll keep waiting, weíll still keep in touch.
Weíll still believe that our day will come
The Cup Final at Wembley.
Our day in the sun.
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