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End Of Season Blues.

kevin raymond

Tuesday, May 11th, 2010

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Stop stadium clock, click turnstiles shut
Dismantle goals and The Bovril Hut
Cast out the fickle from a once proud club
Rally round gaffer in a post match pub.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 The tannoy sits silent as a mark of respect
For a long season over, so what comes next?
Plant seeds down the touchline where grass is sparse
Reliving great goals scored in matches past.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Up North, down South, East or West
Imbibing well dodgy fan fare past it’s best
Our high noon, or swansong in a Northern town
Was singing songs, and applauding whilst three goals down.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 Our idols are shallow now, flog the lot
Shine all the floodlights on the penalty spot
Where The King lies buried neath his past domain
Of an eighteen yard box where he made his name.

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 Car park is silent, the touts have gone
Jobsworth’s in his hut with telly on
As newsprint floats on a harsh May wind
Tired flags and banners have been dumped in bins.

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 The bars are all empty now, shut every one
Pack up well dodgy pies and stale hot-dog buns
Cast aside shattered dreams whilst remembering
Of the two teams playing, only one will win!

© Kev 2010

Notes

The above poem was Inspired by: Alan Mac’s wonderful “Relegation Blues” and of course the maestro: W H Auden’s “Funeral Blues”. both of which as we Londoners say are bleeding blinding.

“The King” in my poem refers to the late great Peter Osgood, whose ashes are interred beneath the penalty spot facing “The Shed” at Stamford Bridge.

Peace.

Kev.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/end-of-season-blues/