[00:00.00] 作词 : Richard Dawson
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Richard Dawson
[00:35.61]Bellowing instructions from the touchline, that's my dad,
[00:40.05]Purple in the face, getting really mad
[00:43.53]Man on! Man on!
[00:43.86]An empty stadium yells 'man on'
[00:58.89]Come on! Come on!
[00:59.19]The cross goes sailing wildly over the heads of everyone
[01:01.14]"Stop fannying around!
[01:13.23]Keep it nice and simple
[01:23.52]You're not Lionel Messi,
[01:24.00]just pass the bloody ball!"
[01:53.46]Perhaps we were expecting
[01:57.66]this to be a walk in the park
[02:01.95]but these bastards from King's Priory
[02:05.55]are kicking lumps out of us
[02:44.85]Their left back slips taking a freekick
[02:45.87]It trickles over the mud straight to me
[02:46.68]In desperation he scrambles and slides
[02:50.01]I leap his flailing leg and dink it over the sprawled body of the goalie
[02:54.54]The net is gaping
[02:54.90]The ball takes a bobble and I slice wide
[03:02.31]of the mark... everything goes quiet,
[03:05.85]staring into the red dark of my palms
[03:26.73]They launch a long ball into our box
[03:32.97]Suddenly we find ourselves with a corner to defend
[04:01.53]I am on the near-post
[04:01.98]Somehow it gets bundled underneath my feet
[04:04.05]At the final whistle I am inconsolable
[04:13.35]Man on, man on
[04:13.65]I reckon dad is really disappointed with me
[04:22.83]Come on, come on
[04:23.13]He tries his best to not show how he really feels
[04:29.13]In the car home he says, “Dust yourself down, move on to next week's game
[04:41.40]Shall we pick up a Chinese? Or would you rather fish and chips?”