kristin5
2 Nov 2001, 08:42
What it means to be a Collingwood supporter? Well, some of you may know that my Nan passed away earlier this year. Her flat has now been sold, and last night my mum and I were packing up all of Nan's belongings. I came across a poem amongst her things which was obviously written in 1989, and thought I'd share it with all of you:
COLLINGWOOD FOREVER
I've been mocked and criticised, yelled at and abused,
Joked about, laughed upon, humiliated and accused.
I've withstood more pressure than anyone oughta,
And all because I am a Collingwood supporter.
Fairdinkum and faithful, one-eyed til I die,
Persistent and loyal, forever a Pie.
Distinctively proud, I carry no shame,
My confidence high til the end of a game.
This Collingwood feeling within you it lives,
Incentive and courage and spirit it gives.
Explaining is difficult, describing is too,
For unless you're a Magpie you won't have a clue.
It's something you're born with, it's rare and unique,
It's inevitable, it's unreal, it's a pure lucky streak.
This feeling within, I carry with pride,
Worthwhile and important, by it I abide.
Although in my lifetime I've never once seen,
The Flag taken home by a Collingwood team,
I strongly suspect that as time passes by,
There will come a day, a year of the Pie.
After thirty-one years, of waiting in vain,
Supporters alike will be happy again.
The top of the ladder, united we'll stand,
That Premiership Cup in the grasp of our hand.
A day filled with joy, a time to remember,
The Grand Final Day, come the month of September.
No birthday desire would fulfill my heart more,
Than to see us come home with a magnificent score.
I can see it right now, a bright gleaming vision,
The Collingwood team, out to kill, on a mission.
The electrical current, the great atmosphere,
Ecstatic supporters gathering far and from near.
The crowd always anxious, for what is in stall,
Anticipating greatly on the bounce of the ball.
The magnetic like cheer when a goal or so's kicked,
That glorious feeling when the opponents are licked.
And it's all to be ours come the end of this year,
I speak with pure confidence, I speak with no fear.
Though if fate is against us and again we dare lose,
I'm certain that the year after brings us good news.
COLLINGWOOD FOREVER
I've been mocked and criticised, yelled at and abused,
Joked about, laughed upon, humiliated and accused.
I've withstood more pressure than anyone oughta,
And all because I am a Collingwood supporter.
Fairdinkum and faithful, one-eyed til I die,
Persistent and loyal, forever a Pie.
Distinctively proud, I carry no shame,
My confidence high til the end of a game.
This Collingwood feeling within you it lives,
Incentive and courage and spirit it gives.
Explaining is difficult, describing is too,
For unless you're a Magpie you won't have a clue.
It's something you're born with, it's rare and unique,
It's inevitable, it's unreal, it's a pure lucky streak.
This feeling within, I carry with pride,
Worthwhile and important, by it I abide.
Although in my lifetime I've never once seen,
The Flag taken home by a Collingwood team,
I strongly suspect that as time passes by,
There will come a day, a year of the Pie.
After thirty-one years, of waiting in vain,
Supporters alike will be happy again.
The top of the ladder, united we'll stand,
That Premiership Cup in the grasp of our hand.
A day filled with joy, a time to remember,
The Grand Final Day, come the month of September.
No birthday desire would fulfill my heart more,
Than to see us come home with a magnificent score.
I can see it right now, a bright gleaming vision,
The Collingwood team, out to kill, on a mission.
The electrical current, the great atmosphere,
Ecstatic supporters gathering far and from near.
The crowd always anxious, for what is in stall,
Anticipating greatly on the bounce of the ball.
The magnetic like cheer when a goal or so's kicked,
That glorious feeling when the opponents are licked.
And it's all to be ours come the end of this year,
I speak with pure confidence, I speak with no fear.
Though if fate is against us and again we dare lose,
I'm certain that the year after brings us good news.