I think I cried when I saw the snow That November Saturday morning Building snowmen and snowball fights Just did not appeal Playing football did. My first match a victim of the weather If only Windy Nook school playing fields Had underground heating I would have made my debut I should have made my debut […]

Talk of atmosphere watching football Then your search shall be in vain Forget the new Emirates Or the oldWhite Hart Lane. And you will find little fervour Among the prawn sandwich brigade Stamford Bridge and Old Trafford Avoid like the plague. The Upton Park bubbles Have became rather flat And Boro fans go to the […]

I am a Tyneside pub league referee I believe in grass roots football So off I go each Sunday morning With my kit packed in my hold-all. My mates all think I’m crackers The wife swears I’ve lost my senses But at least I get my beer money A tenner plus expenses. I never have […]

I have never seen so long a queue At St James’s Park Some had arrived at the crack of dawn And by now it was quite dark. I was keen to get my Liverpool ticket No choice but to join the queue And after Seven hours My feet were turning blue. This lass was dressed […]

I was always a back street hero In my mind and in my dreams A genius in handed down boots On rough cobbled streets Kicking a ball against white washed goalposts On grime stained gable ends In the shadow of the colliery Where later, my dreams would be buried To be replaced by grim reality.