Always a song that tugged

at the heartstrings.

But over the years it took on

a melancholy, mournful note.

So many disappointments,

hands of God, penalty shoot-outs,

racist abuse on social media.

 

But that was then. That was the men.

Now, at the final whistle, they’re

playing our song, at Wembley!

The gods have smiled on us,

restored our faith. The longer

the wait, the greater the moment.

They’re playing our song. Finally!