The Fan (1996)

Excited and anxious I await my dreamTo escape, applaud And embrace my teamOpening day I always can trustIt’s just for this high That I crazily lustReturn of our hero Does brighten the daysJust briefly, my troubles Get lost in the hazeThe grace from the field Arouses the crowdReflects on the days When I was quite proudI’m more entranced Than the average fanI used to play, you see And I know I still canThat time I drove the ball With such loftMy exit atop shoulders As they carried me offThis pastime and I Just fade into oneExpanded upon From father and sonMy boy is young And awkward for nowI just need the time And can show him howI really am quite close Just a break awayFrom straightening things out And being okayI can help my team To regain its gloryWith just a little twist To the same old storyPlayers say now They play for themselvesThis causes a burning Within me that dwellsThe fan is the one Who pays for the gameWhich bestows all the riches And welcomed fameThe players will listen But really don’t hearAll the while just hiding Behind an invisible tearI grow tired now of all this greedAnd chart a course to set things free-Gil Renard(THE FAN)