The Final

The whistle blows and off we go and the excitement begins to rise,
cheers and chants fill the ground, and also seas and skies.
B, B, BRA is what our fans would sing.
loud and clear for our boys to hear while they went on playing.
Hendy, stuart and cartmill too some of our biggest stars, playing away for us to stay in the lead with power.
time would pass, pass us by and nerves would begin to roll, but us the fans would keep on singing through our one combined big soul.
never once did we give up hope, and our boys they did fight hard. once or twice we the the ref might give us a card.
the oppisision, how their defence hold up but still we did attack, and when ever tht ball was kicked down the field, boy did we kick it back.
but somehow in those final minutes it was not to be, the other team wasted time and a final try we did not see.
so hey we didn't get the cup, but and for tht i shed a tear, but boys guess what don't give up there is always another year.