The CSC Poem

19 November 2007

By Laijon Liu – CSC Poet Laureate

I Love My Club

My club is not famed,
But it’s home I belong;
My bench is not deep,
But their trust I rely on;
This is just the club
That all my life I’m fond.

Our pitch is in Chinatown,
A green isle in oily rivulets,
Glows her face in traffic lights;
Where artists dribbling drunk,
Scholars were trampled down,
And homeless doping n sleep on,
Sometimes cute dogs shit on…
From sunrise to sundown.

Our teammates from east and west,
Are all bro and sis, but
Their name I can’t recall all,
Coz usually I play after I’m drunk.

Yeah, don’t laugh, that’s just my life.
“Senseless runs and aimless shots,
A purposeless driven life that I roved…”

I love my club,
Chinatown Soccer Club,
Is the best club
In Chinatown.

Our name is real brand,
Not as the bags on Canal;
Our voice is passion chant,
Doesn’t sound as Underground;
Our teammates are in one,
Playing on pitch, or pee in bathroom;
Even Henry, Messi, n Dinho cannot match.

Yeah,

They are the rock stars on pitch,
DJ all night long!
Supermen flied into my fragile world,
Raise their Almighty hands!
Heroes and Xmen or Xwhatever
In search of their power of undefined.

I’ve seen many clubs in the world,
And many women I‘ve met in dream,
But I deeply know
This is the club I love.