All the teams I love have lost
And now look like mediocre
A thing which I abhor, shall I now support
No, they are not failures, nor lost to greater excellence
For the end is not a draw
There had to be a victor
Shall I now look for a New Best
Which tomorrow shall join the rest
I will choose fair play
Competitors will shake hands,
Artists will learn together
Not like victors preying
Later, probe this goodwill
Seeing no love for the worlds game
Loss is not failure
Neither failure the end
But there is this fan-ship
Like the neutral me
A known bee
Loved for its honey and unknown sting
I sail in an unfanned ship
My wife is an athlete
I hope she wins
