The Game That Never Kicked Off

The morning broke with a bitter bite,

Frost laid thick, a silvery white.

The whistle stayed silent, the ball lay still,

The pitch succumbed to winter’s chill.

Fans gathered wrapped in scarves of pride,

Hopes and chants they could not hide.

But whispers spread, then came the call:

“No game today, no match at all.”

The referee walked with careful tread,

Boots on ice where grass once bled.

The ground was hard, the risk too great,

Safety first must seal the fate.

The players, eager, stood deflated,

Dreams of glory now abated.

No roaring crowd, no clash, no cheer,

Just frozen air to mark the year.

The pubs still filled, the songs still soared,

United hearts, though no points scored.

For even frost can’t halt the flame

Of love for football’s timeless game.