An ardent supporter of the hometown team should go to a game prepared to take offense, no matter what happens.
quote by Robert Benchley
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I don't believe in team motivation. I believe in getting a team prepared so it knows it will have the necessary confidence when it steps on a field and be prepared to play a good game.
quote by Tom Landry
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My Hometown
I was eight years old and running with a dime in my hand
Into the bus stop to pick up a paper for my old man
Id sit on his lap in that big old buick and steer as we drove through town
Hed tousle my hair and say son take a good look around
This is your hometown, this is your hometown
This is your hometown, this is your hometown
In '65 tension was running high at my high school
There was a lot of fights between the black and white
There was nothing you could do
Two cars at a light on a saturday night in the back seat there was a gun
Words were passed in a shotgun blast
Troubled times had come to my hometown
My hometown, my hometown, my hometown
Now main streets whitewashed windows and vacant stores
Seems like there aint nobody wants to come down here no more
Theyre closing down the textile mill across the railroad tracks
Foreman says these jobs are going boys and they aint coming back to
Your hometown, your hometown, your hometown, your hometown
Last night me and kate we laid in bed talking about getting out
Packing up our bags maybe heading south
Im thirty-five we got a boy of our own now
Last night I sat him up behind the wheel and said son take a good
Look around
This is your hometown
song performed by by Bruce Springsteen
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The championship always goes to the team that wins the most rounds and is the most prepared. I think everybody on our team works hard towards keeping that goal. Time will tell if we're prepared or not.
quote by Larry Dixon
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Their Football Team To Them Important
Their flags and their banners they are waving with joy and excitement they shout
The hero has kicked the winning goal but what are they shouting about
To them it should not really matter 'tis only a game of football
But to them it is very important and their's is the best team of all.
At least that is how they do see it their lives revolves around their team
When their team win a huge boost to their egos and a loss bad for their self esteem
Last week their team lost in a thriller but their loss reduced them to tears
And tonight they will sing their Club song in the Local and celebrate with a few beers.
They look forward to the football Season and they live for the love of the game
And on their bedroom walls a poster sized photograph of their heroes and they know every player by name
Why do they take football so serious they talk about it at work every day
But suppose each of us have our own passions and each to their own one might say.
Their flags and their banners they are waving as proudly they sing their Club song
And they look forward to next weekend's game each day till then for them too long
Their football team to them important their lives revolve around the game
And each time their heroes are defeated the umpires for the loss they will blame.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Tense And Nervous At The Match
Massive game today
butterflies in my stomach
can feel my heart beating
beads of sweat on my brow.
But I'm not even playing
I'm just a loyal supporter
but we need the win so much
a fan who loves his football club.
The referee has blown his whistle
our fans are singing and chanting
the away fans are singing as well
they need three points as much as us.
The game is swinging to and fro
they have hit the post and so have we
then with five minutes till half time
they are awarded a dodgy penalty.
Our keeper tries to put the taker off
he jumps up and down on his line
he strikes it hard to the goalies left
the keeper alas dives to his right instead.
One down at the interval it's off to the bar
us fans moaning about the dreadful decision
then after a pint it's back to the stands
to start cheering on our team once again.
We go on the attack right from the start
our striker bangs one on to their bar
then we get a bit of luck at last
the referee has given us a dodgy penalty.
There keeper jumps up and down on his line
but our taker stands with hands on hips
then cooly trots up and hits it to the right
there keeper dives down to his left.
One all now with ten minutes to go
us fans are going crazy getting behind the team
then we all end up hugging and leaping about
because our striker has smacked it in the net.
The ref blows his whistle it's the end of the game
we all stand and clap our beloved team off
it's off to the pub for a great night out
it feels so good when your team gets a win!
poem by Kevin Halls
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Hometown Blues
Baby cant wait
Baby gotta go
Gonna do a number
On the late night show
Do a little song
Do a little dance
Gonna make the best
Of her big chance
Dont really matter
If she dont or if she do
Tryin to make the best of
The hometown blues
I got a friend
Got a little girl
Said shes the best
In the whole wide world
Said it so good
Said its unreal
Might not last
But its no big deal
Dont really matter
If she dont or if she do
Tryin to make the best of
The hometown blues
Baby, save me, save me, save me
With your sweet smile
Honey, I really need your love
To help me kill a little bit o time
All of the girls
Run with the crowd
They go wild
When the lights go down
They got a little money
Live in a dream
Wanna be the queen
Of their little scene
Dont really matter
If she dont or if she do
Tryin to make the best of
The hometown blues
song performed by by Tom Petty
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Hometown Hero, Paul Ryan
Every town has one, big or small
a role model for all and hero to all
he grew up here from all his life
setting example for us, giving his all
getting help along the way
giving back along the way
Stepping up when it count
without a doubt
some will hate him, some will love him
now he is in the big lights
going to be a big guy in life
heading down the road, to go campaigning for what he thinks is right
first the Senate, now the Vice President
where the road goes who know
one thing I know, he's a hometown hero
win or lose he has hometown folks here
we will take him no matter what
for he is our hometown hero
Good Luck Paul Ryan
poem by Michael Peterson
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Tis Football
'Tis football is the big World game of today
Grid Iron the big game of the U S of A,
Rugby League, Rugby Union and Aussie Rules Football
And soccer the biggest World game of them all
Gaelic Football a field game the Irish do play
Football in it's many codes the big World game of today
Football supporters Worldwide their team and their club colours wear
And in International games in their National colours they even dye their hair
Some men love their football team as much as their parents, children or wives
Yes football is one of the great loves of their lives
When their team does win the club song they do sing
But a loss to their weekend great sadness does bring
All over the World many codes of football
And to each their own code the best game of all.
poem by Francis Duggan
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After the match
Final whistle has been blown
yet another loss and a defeat
our fans head home miserable
heads bowed walking down the street.
Some have to stand in a queue for a bus
others walk or drive off in their cars
a few stand talking about the match
while most head off to clubs and bars.
In the pub fans discuss missed chances
and moan about the very poor referee
some say they won't be coming again
and wouldn't watch them even if it was free.
But the long suffering supporter says nothing
just sits quietly drinking his pint of beer
he's listened and heard it all so many times
season after season and year after year.
He'll be back for the next game once again
hoping and praying that his team don't get beat
but whatever the result at the end of the match
he'll keep on watching his team in his usual seat.
poem by Kevin Halls
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Fighting The Odds
It was a wet fall day.
Leaves falling off the trees as if they were helicopters landing on the ground.
I was on my way to me final soccer game of the season.
I was not sure if I would be playing or not because my temperature was 100 degrees.
My head felt like a 100 pound weight pushing me to the ground.
But I had to play because I had started every game in goal and I was just not able to let my team down on the undefeated season and the division title.
I was dizzy and felt like I was just been pushed around on a spinner at the local park. It was a feeling that I will never forget, it has been 5 years and I still remember this feeling.
The referee blew the whistle to show that the game was over after the 70 minutes of harsh play.
My team was as happy as winning a lottery!
After the game we took a team photo by the goal with everyone one holding up one finger to show that we are number one.
Everyone was as excited as can be because our team was not expected to do this well this season.
In the ending I had to have brain surgery because I had a rare sickness called encephalitis.
But it was worth playing in the rain playing a game I will never forget.
poem by Nick Jumic
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End Of The Season Drama
Nerves all jittery and fraught
fingernails chewed to the quick
this is the lot of the football fan
end of the season can make you sick.
One minute your team is staying up
the next you're on your way down
that smile you had on your face
is now replaced with a miserable frown.
With mobiles flashing up scores
and radios pressed to one's ear
it's either going to be bubbly Champagne
or crying into a pint of flat beer.
No time for a sun drenched vacation
Gardening, Fishing, or a spot of D.I.Y.
to the fan this is a really serious matter
but it's only football I can hear you cry.
Try saying that to the weary supporter
who follows his team home and away
when faced with the dreaded relegation
he drops to his knees to pray.
She's threatened to pack her bags again
and go back home to her Mum and Dad
but the thought of his beloved club
and relegation is what's really making him sad.
At last he knows his clubs fate
and their not going down after all
but when he hears that his lady has left him
he just shrugs and says she never liked football.
poem by Kevin Halls
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The Footy Man
He wears his club scarf and beanie this cold saturday evening in the late Fall
As he walks from the train to the football oval for to watch a few hours of football
One might say a one eyed supporter he urges his footy heroes on
But he falls silent before the final siren when all hope of a victory seems gone.
In the work canteen on monday morning his workmates at him will have a go
And tease him of how his team lost on the weekend that they were too clumsy and slow
For much livelier and classier opponents though such banter he does not take to heart
One must take the good with the bad days of living and life it's all part
His passion in life is his Football Club a sports minded fellow is Stan
His favourite song is his Club anthem his nickname is the Footy Man
He always wears his club scarf and beanie and he looks forward to next weekend's game
And when his team loses by a narrow margin the umpires he always will blame.
He is happy when his team is winning the smile of joy is on his face
But on the monday after a loss he must put up with his workmates teasing him in the Workplace
But that is all part of life and living we win and we lose every day
But to next weekend he looks forward to when again he will watch his team play.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Hometown Honeymoon
Hey baby, won't you take my hand
And make me a happy man
I ain't rich but I found my fortune in you
Two jobs on the nighttime shift
I'm still left with an empty fist
But my heart is full and my love is true
We can still get married in the style of our friends and family
Gather all of them to celebrate while we slip out quietly
And have a hometown honeymoon
Wildflowers and love is in bloom
We'll have a hometown honeymoon just me and you
Hometown honeymoon
Get out of church and up to your room
We'll have a hoe-down afternoon
Dancing to the rhythm of love
We can sing and laugh out loud
Lifestyles of the poor but proud
Cuddle up on the porch and enjoy the view
We can't afford Niagara Falls
But there's a fountain by the old town hall
We'll make a wish by the light of a lover's moon
I'll get my Grandma's wedding ring
And my brother's Chevrolet
We can stay at your mama's house;
We don't have to go away
To have a hometown honeymoon
Wildflowers and love is in bloom
We'll have a hometown honeymoon
Dancing to the rhythm of love
Instrumental
Your daddy's prize possession
I'll make a good impression
I'm gonna get his blessing
That's all we need
Hometown honeymoon
Wildflowers and love is in bloom
We'll have a hometown honeymoon just me and you
Hometown Honeymoon
Get out of church and up to your room
We'll have a hoe-down afternoon
Dancing to the rhythm of love
Hometown honeymoon
Hometown honeymoon
Hometown honeymoon
Wildflowers and love is in bloom...
song performed by by Alabama
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Big Mal
This saturday his team were defeated and after the game in the pub
Big Mal was not in the mood for talking or singing the anthem of his club
Beaten by a point in a thriller but he does not take pride in an honourable defeat
To him victory only matter and winning to him always sweet.
Big Mal he has never played football though football plays a huge part in his life
The football team he supports to him as important as his young son or his beautiful wife
When his team as he calls them win he feels happy but losses he finds hard to take
But after each win he feels happy what a difference a victory can make.
Big Mal is a likeable fellow and so much about him to like
He does not drive his car when he's drinking he cycles to and from the pub on his pushbike
He says I need my driver's licence for work and at the weekend to watch my team play
My wife and son and my football team to me most important he say.
This saturday his team were the losers and Big Mal not happy at all
He feels sad on such an occasion and he never talks of football
But he has next weekend to look forward to and next saturday and sunday night
A win in the pub he may be celebrating and laughing aloud in delight.
poem by Francis Duggan
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No Matter What
(first verse)
Yeah
Yeah
How did it come to this
After all we been through
Two of a pair now on opposite sides
From the very start with honor we dueled
We watched each other's back
And we battled with pride
We're closer than brothers
Now we're have to fight each other
And we trust our fate
To the heart of the cards
(chorus)
No matter what
Let the game begin
No matter what
May the best man win
No matter what
We're in this together
No matter what
We'll be friends forever
No matter what
(second verse)
Yeah
Yeah
It's been you and me
Hanging out playing games
Didn't ever think it would get this hard
Times running out
And so much at stake
Everything riding on the turn of a card
We'll show them what we're made of
As we fight for the ones we love
And we'll be friends to the very end
(chorus)
No matter what
Let the game begin
No matter what
May the best man win
No matter what
We're in this together
No matter what
We'll be friends forever
No matter what
(third verse)
Yeah
I don't wanna give up
But I will never give in
Don't wanna duel with my very best friend
We're an equal match
And we win every play
With so much at stake
I just can't walk away
Though I need a victory
You always meant the world to me
And that's one thing that will never change
(chorus)
No matter what
Let the game begin
No matter what
May the best man win
No matter what
We're in this together
No matter what
We'll be friends forever, yeah
No matter what
Let the game begin
No matter what
May the best man win
No matter what
We're in this together
No matter what
We'll be friends forever
No matter what
song performed by by Yu-Gi-Oh
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The night before the football match
It's the night before the Saturday match
will the team let us down again?
Got a good feeling we'll be smiling
instead of leaving full of pain.
Hope our new striker gets a goal
and our defence is like a brick wall
we totally outplay the opposition
with lots of goals and superb football.
But then again we've sold players
and we haven't won a game yet
and the team we're playing are unbeaten
so I won't be putting money on us in a bet.
Anyway can't wait for Saturday to come
and to go and cheer the team on to victory
and even if our team gets a hammering
there's no other place I'd rather be!
poem by Kevin Halls
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Fundamental of Liar Chapter CXII: Well Prepared
It’s not because a paranoia
It’s not because too cautious
It’s just well prepared
It’s not because a behavior
It’s not because a ritual
It’s just well prepared
It’s not because a genius
It’s not because a clairvoyant
It’s just well prepared
It’s not because detailed analysis
It’s not because calculative plan
It’s just well prepared
It’s not because great strategy
It’s not because flexible mind
It’s just well prepared
It’s not because fantastic budget
It’s not because faithful skill
It’s just well prepared
It’s not because full concentration
It’s not because amateur luck
It’s just well prepared
It’s not because long experience
It’s not because under pressure creativity
It’s just well prepared
It’s not because improved condition
It’s not because natural selection
It’s just well prepared
It’s not because the way of destiny
It’s not because the welcome opportunity
It’s just well prepared
It’s not because calmness
It’s not because maturity
It’s just well prepared
It’s not because success experiment
It’s not because perfect system
It’s just well prepared
It’s not because evil prediction
It’s not because love attention
It’s just well prepared
It’s not because reliable power
It’s not because easy adaptation
It’s just well prepared
It’s not because giving in
It’s not because believing
It’s just well prepared
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Because, they're only thinking about one team when that game's over. Before the game, they're talking about two football teams. When the game's over, there's only one winner.
Suppose Football Does Serve A Purpose
Suppose football does serve a purpose some males do need other interests in their lives
Than working or drinking of alcohol or arguing with or making love to their girl friends or wives
On saturday they go to the football to cheer on their team win or lose
'Tis better for them than going to the local and wasting their money on the booze
At least watching football they won't be losing brain cells as they do when they are on the grog
And next day feeling nauseated and hung over and as sick as a very sick dog
Their partners and wives happy to see them going to the football for to support their football club
They feel that for them it is far better than guzzling down grog at the pub
In football there can be disappointments when your team does not win the game
But for every winner there is a loser and to lose should never be a shame
There's more to life than grog and work and women there is that marvellous game known as football
To you and many others 'tis a passion and your team to you is the greatest team of all.
poem by Francis Duggan
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For me, being a starter doesn't matter. Of course, I'd like to be in at the end of the game, to be a big part of the team, and to play as many minutes as I can play. But starting and coming off the bench are two different challenges.