A verse about football

The leftfield rendezvous meant nought
As Razors took his place
On the terrace he scanned the scene
The place was a disgrace

Unkempt was the best if less
Generous description
That you could give this place
This fabulous dereliction

The scent of human misery
The look of desolation
That fans have before the start
Of the forthcoming humiliation

Its great to be a football fan
There has to be reason
That we follow the cycle again
Season after season