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THE GOLDEN AGE.

John Oliver

Friday, March 7th, 2008

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Rubbin’ in dubbin
Tying white coloured laces
Brylcreem on hair
And strong manly faces.
Stuffing fat shin pads
Down thick woollen socks
The crowds make the journey
From coal mines and docks.
Over cobbled rough streets
They head in their droves
Past the kid and his bike
Full of ‘Hovis’ brown loaves.
Kick off’s approaching
It’s a quarter to Three
Times running short
For that last ciggie or pee.
Then out of the tunnel
The cold air hits your chest
Only goalie’s wear gloves
And no one’s wearing a vest.
Three inches of snow
But the game goes ahead
Only one ball per game
And it’s as heavy as lead.
Just plain simple jersey’s
No sponsorship names
Down to earth footballers
And memorable games.
The golden age.

© J Oliver 08

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/the-golden-age/