how about: to the tune of Robbie William's Angels
I sit and Wait,
For the game to start becos its late,
And do they know,
Ive battled rain and snow,
And im very cold,
Cos I have been told,
That my gaffer is not impressed,
So when Im lying in my bed,
The pain is in my head,
Just thank god I'm not dead,
I should watch Urban instead,
And through it all Rollem's looking for perfection,
With her team selection,
Is it right or wrong?
And as the game goes on,
The gaffer's getting happy,
Shes standing right beside me,
We've been on the booze,
We don't want to lose,
We're watching Urban instead.
Alright, its shit. Your turn.