1My girlfriend’s Lara Croft
(She’s more real than the girls I know)
And my pet’s a spiky hedgehog
Who’s blue from head to toe.
You may think that I’m obsessive
But even I am not that bad,
For there’s a new religion,
That’s possessed all sons and dads.
They meet upon the terraces
And chant their heroes’ names
They wear the colours of their kinsmen
And play their heroes’ game.
They memorise the dates and scores,
Of battles taken place.
They know the minute details,
And remember every face.
Their Goal is just a trophy,
A Memento of opponents slain
And In four years time what happens?
It starts all over again!
What is this strange cult
That I have just described?
The game? Well it’s FOOTBALL
The national Game that Thrives!
So am I so obsessive,
Are you justified in your attack?
Just ask yourself this question,
Who is the Anorak?
By Ellis Meredith-Owen (18 Yrs Old)