When United win I live again

Sorry, I just had to add this in here – United. Kids. Wife. In that order. I’ve cried in pubs and danced in streets, Thrown fists at skies, dropped to my knees. When United score, it ain’t just a goal— It’s fire in the chest, it’s feeding my soul. Raised on scraps and second-hand boots, But I had dreams in red and roots. While others chased gold or fame, I found God in a football game. My kids laugh, my wife just sighs, But they see it burning in my eyes. Champions League nights, I’m ten again— Drunk off glory, high off pain. This ain’t just sport—it’s blood and bone, It’s who I am when I’m alone. If we win, I live. If we lose, I break. But I’d die for this club—for f***’s sake.