The Fantastic Five

I really can't wait for the football to end

The long sleepless nights, my mind then, can mend

Tuesday and Thursday, and all week-long pain

Cause the coach and ten boys aren't at training again

You see in their eyes, the five that are there

Their hearts are full sinking, longing, despair

‘Cause the five turn up hopeful and look all around

But they’re all by themselves, at the Rugby League ground

“You think Ben will turn up?”, I hear one of them say.

“I really don’t know...I think he’s away”

“But what about Samuel, the Captain won’t shirk?”

“He posted on SnapChat that he ‘has’ to work”

So, the five turn up Sundays, never quite knowing

If the rest of their team-mates, will bother showing

Then the whole team turns up and are beaten by ten

Then five turn up Tuesday for training again