Dear Mark, I must agree with you;
Soon the World Cup may be on view
In Wembley and not in Berlin.
I still recall we* couldn't win
Our way out of a paper bag
For years and years. It was a drag
To see the team go down in flames
To Iceland, or to other names
Unstoried in the football world.
Today, I saw the flag unfurled
By happy punters in the stands;
Yet I'm alert to your commands.
If Little England was displayed
In those stands, on the pitch they played
A take on o jogo bonito.
It's almost time for my mojito;
Let me just add that nothing's sure
In football or in economics.
You might as well peruse the comics
As make a bet for ten years hence,
Or two games for that matter. Thence
My focus on the semis, which
they've gone and made, without a hitch.
*OK, so I'm American.
But I lived through those years in vain
In England, when success eluded
The nation's team - am I deluded
To think we show ourselves in sport?
I think not, and that's my report.
Cheers,
John
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