European
Football
Championship
2020/21
The facade
Did its
Job
All across
The terraces
The façade
Faces
Formed
A blob
White
And round
The façade
Of the mob
Battalion
Of dolls
In football shirts
An English facade
It’s not
55 years of hurt
It’s 55 years
Of a façade
Broken down
Chasing the cat
Its eyes stare
Just before
You make it
No more
-Dead-
It covered
The stadium
Like a darkness
Above
And above
The darkness
A giant face
The face of England
It covered the stadium
Like a ghostly film
A thick roof
Of black fog
With
Anger
Right in the middle
It blanketed
The game
With the emotions
Of millions
Of people
Who were not
Even
There
This fog
Of darkness
This blanket
Of emotion
That came
From the TV
Across the sky
Like a frightened black
Cloud
And covered
The game
That descended
Into defeat
And the players
Were playing
Like playing cards
The English façade
Then onto the stage
Came the mask
That wore
The man
The drainpipe man
In the drip-dry shirt
And a set of dreams
From the bank fried clam
The 55 years of hurt
It’s not from football
It’s from the façade
The English façade
Its furry paws
Grabbed the rug
Tug
A million faces
Fall like skittles
No
It’s not
The opponent
The paws
Are higher up
They maul
And tear
At the flesh
Of the nation
Behind
The English façade
That plants
The seeds of thought
Into our heart
Poor men
Poor squad
Thrown to the mob
Overall
No love
No love
From the nation
But a smog
The English façade
It was heavy
It was dark
Its was
The English façade
They came
To teach us
A lesson
And they succeeded
The amphitheatre
Belonged to them
It was Caesars
