…bad heads and heavy hearts…




With bad heads and heavy hearts, we bare the pain together,
this peculiar agony of allying yourself to eleven men,
who poured heart and sinew into their endeavours,
who stood up to be counted, when their limitations outnumbered them,
but still came home beaten and alone, with bad heads and heavy hearts

From chaotic beginnings, and a struggle for power
our lot was forged, and placed in the hands of,
not the man from north London, but a man of the world,
who had walked the long and lonesome road, past triumph and failure,
ecstasy and ridicule, and arrived back home, with a bad head and a heavy heart

And how they laughed and snarled at him,
as they perceived a weakness that was never there,
but their bait was left untouched,
their headlines forgotten,
as he turned his mind towards a bitter feud

With a bad head and heavy heart the choice was made,
for better or worse, one would stay and one would go,
though tainted with the mark of the accused,
and the the cross of Saint George, he would take his place,
with a bad head and a heavy heart

And the ranks were filled by a cast of men,
heroes, villains, the chastised and the championed,
amongst them the boy wonder, all fire and ferocity,
and he who came before him, still raw but ravaged,
by years of bad heads and heavy hearts

They arrived on foreign shores, this motley crew
of has-beens and have-nots, with no hope
afforded to them, by those supposed to be in the know,
before they had chance to stand, they were knocked down,
with bad heads and heavy hearts

And old foes from across troubled waters came,
but could not conquer, and hosts and madmen
came and tried too, but none could triumph,
against those who bore the three lions,
with bad heads, and heavy hearts

So on we marched, into an azzurri flood
of genius and insanity, and of ravishing beauty,
we built a dam, but the flood still came,
banks of four, banks of four, and they all chased shadows
with bad heads, and heavy hearts

And like a dream time ebbed and flowed,
until the time finally came,
and like a nightmare our hopes ebbed and flowed
away, gone again, leaving only
bad heads and heavy hearts, for another two years

Still we try to smile, for we never hoped for hoping’s sake,
but still it hurts, for we trusted in them, in us
and in him, we trusted in luck, and in courage.
but we trusted in vain, and is trust ever enough anyway,
when we wake up again, with bad heads and heavy hearts?

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