I Am A Fan, We Are The Crowd Poem by matthew broxton

I am a fan,
I sit in the stands.
I'm sticking with you,
like gum to the bottom of a shoe.

Every season,
I carry the weight,
I place a bet,
Hope and expect.

I am not alone,
I am part of a crowd.

We place our bets,
pay our money.
we stand and cheer,
Fat-cats and Oligarch owners seem to sneer.

We fatten your coffers,
fuel your flash cars.
We scream 'You're a disgrace! '
Wave a banner, wanting the owners and the manager out.

When we win the cup,
do they join our parade too
and pretend to be one of the crowd?

The sport's a mess,
dodgy defenders and iffy refs,
A Wembley win, relegation to the prem,
Someone telling us 'It's only a game'.
A trophy raised aloft,
forgives the rest.

Overpaid players,
expensive prices,
that's our bet.
This is hope, this is faith.

We are the crowd,
we sit in the stands,
we bite our nails,
we clap our hands.
Don't you love being a fan?