I'll go and freeze my bollocks off
to watch my son play on the pitch
and hope a ball will help me teach
the value of our bonds of love
I'll go get drenched in icy rain
to watch his team concede defeat
and hope he learns there's one heartbeat
- and only one - between joy and pain
I will endure the seasons' worst
to stand a-tiptoe on the white line
shouting embarrasing encouragement
and hope that when my day is over
and I'm in terminal decline
some of this care and love I can recover
