On and on he goes.....

Fickle

Today we were two nothing down.
That means we were loosing.
The crowd were baying for blood
Tears fell in some quarters.
Turning on the manger with booing.
Time left - fifteen minutes.
Team pulled one back.
Then another.
Thoughts raced in disbelief.
Tables turned.
Three two !
Tremendous.
Thumbs up to the manager.

Fickle.