One in Ten

One in Ten

One in ten and fading fast

Victories, all in the past

As Vera said, we’ll win again

Don’t know where, don’t know when

So if we take the lead

We totally recede

We sit back and defend

Afraid that we’ll distend

Without fail we concede

No more shall we lead

Supporters groan and frown,

Players’ heads go down

And if we are consigned

To cruelly go behind

We all sit there disgusted

The game is done and dusted

We’re fragile and frail

Leaderless, we fail

Facing the unknown

Sinking like a stone

Deemed unstuitable for the official match programme.
Too critical.
After one win in ten it's not critical enough for me.