(It's
Good To See) The Grand Slam Dream Come Home
- by Boycezone
The
Millennium Stadium looked the same,
As
they stepped out for the game.
It
was packed and could be 10 times over.
Thousands
stood and watched it all
On
the giant screen by City Hall
And
TVs in our green, green grass of home.
In
pubs and clubs on giant screens,
We
saw Wales stuff the other teams.
It’s
good to see the Grand Slam dream come home.
The
last game meant it all,
They
took their chances with the ball.
Tension
mounted till the final whistle.
Dixons
never saw such scenes,
Crowding
‘round their plasma screens,
Champions
on, our green, green grass of home.
In
pubs and clubs on giant screens
We
saw Wales stuff the other teams,
It’s
good to see the Grand Slam dream come home.
Then
I wake and look around me,
Though
a foggy head surrounds me.
I
slowly realise, I wasn’t dreaming.
I
watched the video, heard the roar,
Freeze-framed
on that final score,
Champions
on our green, green grass of home.
In
pubs and clubs on giant screens
We
saw Wales stuff the other teams.
It’s
good to see the Grand Slam dream home.
They
all played supremely,
Saint
Ruddock smiled – serenely,
It’s
good to see – Grand Slam dream - come home.
It’s good to see – Grand Slam dream - come ho-ome.
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