It’s painful, blinding us with nerves
As we cling together like
Survivors of a sinking ship,
Our flags draped over hunched up shoulders,
And nails bitten to the quick.
Could this end it tears?
We’ll open up our eyes when they have scored.
I don’t know about anyone else but I struggle to watch the football because I get too nervous. I do actually have it on right now and just while I have been writing this poem I felt like my heart stopped on two occasions.
I’m no good at watching any sport. And I always got so nervous when I was a competitive swimmer that I would end up throwing up. I should be kept away from sport for my own safety.
For now, I will stay hidden behind the sofa for the next fifteen minutes and I will come out only when that final whistle is blown.