I remember that summer of 58
August in London and sweltering
stand clear of the doors…
all change for Fulham Broadway…
official programme – sixpence a go!
wear your colours!
roasted peanuts – tanner a bag
first game highs
bearing down on Stamford Bridge
in the distance floodlight pylons
tower and loom on blue blue sky
and sun sparkles on concrete old and open
ninepence for kids-one and six for adults..
but wait…what’s this – sold out and heaving!!
you said – let’s try bunking in!
and we did..
and soon …nervous and torn
still clutching melting lollies
and passed down the front..
we sat on to the dog-track
68,000 behind us. baying swaying-
no security just bon-homie
do you remember the score?
six-two ….a blue and gold blur
of goals and cheers
you had two ribbons stapled to a wooden rattle
and my mum had sat up half the night
embroidering strange names
on that rough striped scarf
but i wore it in the heat anyway…
and later in the street –
in between the ice cream van and the pavement
we lived it though again
and again and again..
and never knew
that to this day
we always would