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Ode to a Sunday league right back…

Andy Steenson

Sunday, June 12th, 2005

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 I’m aged and never get out much,
I watch all me sport on T.V,
but to tell you the truth, in me long ago youth,
i never thought i’d live to see,
flatulent French pirouetting,
then falling face first on the turf,
look like as not, by a canonball shot,
to leave the fans fearing the worst,

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 When i plyed me trade as a full back,
we never had antics like these,
no “medial strains” seemed to happen at games,
and well “Cruciates”…they were just “Knees”
No “good Lord, its me achilles tendon,
its ruptured!!” a forward would squeal,
just, “Give me a mo, cos i just took a blow,
from a boot at the back of me heel

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 They shout “MEDIC!” with faces contorted,
and pleadingly stare at the crowd,
and presently run, clad in green, 21,
men or more with a stretcher….and shroud
they carry them o’er to the touchline,
where the thespians play out the sham,
and some old salt cries from the cheap seats, besides,
“God its Hillsboro’… this…not Vietnam”

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 But sadly I watch it and wonder,
this theatre played upon grass,
the hollywood sheens, here to stay, it would seem,
I wonder how long it would last,
if my old physio was provided, ..equipment? ..he’d not very much
but in front of your eyes, he would revitalise,
the Frenchie….(cold sponge on the crutch!)

© A.Steenson

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/ode-to-a-sunday-league-right-back/