Where Have All The Good Players Gone?(Re-visited)
now they say if you recall the sixties
you probably weren’t even there
but i can still see it as clear as the day
all those flowers and dreams in your hair –
from the first of the CND marches
to football games muddy and free
from angry young beatniks in cafes
to those idols that thrilled you and me-
and i’m not getting loved up or fluffy
but i wonder what really went wrong
for yes it was mad and pathetically sad
but where have all the good players gone?
for when it took blaze like a sunflower
it exploded us into the new
we knew we were hooked like a frame on a wall
when the Beatles first sang ‘Love Me Do’
but i think of a time when their lives met with mine
it’s nostalgic but what can you do
do you winge on and on for a time that is gone
when a player earns just what you do –
they were innocent dream-like completely naieve-like
and so much in tune with the day
they would walk to the ground just to save half a crown
have a drink at the end of the day –
and training was one or two jogs round the pitch
and goalies were tubby and fat
you’d struggle to find just one head in the crowd
that was minus a chequered cloth cap –
Tom Finney ,young Greavesie and sweet Dennis Law
Stan Matthews George Bestie and all
Ray Pointer ,Nat Lofthouse and big Billy Wright
enraptured… to take home the ball –
its a long time – long time for the wrinklies
its a long time that’s come and has gone
its a long time through programmes all buried in dust
but only the memories live on –
and i bet they all ponder how different it is
and i bet it all seems kind of strange
when they pick up the papers or check on their texts
just how much their lives might have changed –
but i bet not a man left among them
could hold back a tear on the cheek
and they’d do it again just the way they did then
for the thrill and for ten pound a week-
those men with the partings all brylcreemed
and shorts that came down to their knees
they alway looked older at twenty
thank god for the nineteen-sixties –
when chin chimmeny- chin chimmmeny- chin- jimmy hill
gave freedom to limits on pay
and loosened the wages for those of the time
like Broadbent and Crerand and Haynes
but who would be brave enough now to invoke
a minimum wage once again
would we start off at ten- grand or fifty a week
like peanuts to modern day men –
but we stood through impossible weather
no cover in rain hail or snow
we got soaked we got squashed
and we sang when we lost
then off to our parties we’d go –
yeah we were the joke of the sixties
with players we used to adore
who gave daffodils out in the night clubs
but they don’t give ’em out any more –
we were well up for grabs to be mocked into shreds
we were something to giggle upon
but now that our game and our planet grows dark
where have all the good players gone?
but it wasn’t about just the money
for the money just wasn’t about
and it wasn’t about being big like the Stones
for heroes who all went without –
and it’s easy for Lord Micheal Jagger
to say how he finds it a bore
when old blokes go on- about how it all was
when he’s no longer struggling or poor –
for we were the fuses before it went off
brought up on a war that was gone
but I still can’t believe – when I look at this world
where have all the good players gone?
it was all so incredibly class-less
all working class people turned hip
it came out of the blue -and it changed me and you
just like grandad had taken a trip –
it imploded on into the stadiums-
those old grounds of concrete and soul
it imploded on into the sudden new dives
and discos all down the Kings Road-
it exploded on into the hairstyles-at Anfield the Beatles would blare
but down at the Bridge it was always the Stones
and the mods with their razor shorn hair-
we sat glued to the tele all through the World Cup
and we watched it in black and in white
you couldn’t get tickets for love nor money
and we partied long into the night-
and we droned on and on about karma
and how we would bunk into games
and how we would one day sit up in the stands
but we all felt it wasn’t the same-
we lost players who trainers just patched up too quick
and others just drank it away
and we knew that the future could never get worse
but we sure couldn’t picture today-
or picture a time without football and wine
much more than a poem or song
there were so many good players knocking around
does anyone know where they’ve gone?
so where’s it all gone can you tell me
was it merely a phase we’ve outgrown?
all swopped for the safety of ‘live-for-yourself’
and the most up-to-date ringing tone..
if you care about football and heroes
and realise something is wrong
can anyone out there please tell me
where have all the good players gone?
for they sold us a dream and they’re selling one now
with fashion and money for goals
and they take from the game but they never give back
they just rip-off the kids heart and soul
you can call us nostalgic and jealous
you can call us whatever it’s worth
but one thing i know…is wherever I go
im in love with this game and this earth –
and i wake ev’ry morning in wonder
and i look out away ‘cross that hill
and i think of the next generations
and i pray it will all be here still
you can call me a total old hippy
and they call me one my whole life long
but now that they’re threatening the heart of the game
where have all the good players gone?
Notes:
Ive shortrened this a bit but it’s still massive! ….and this is the Scott Mackenzie San Fran Re-mix Haiku shortened version..and yes-i know- there are loads of great players today …i think what i’m trying to say is about attitude…and that un-spoilt nature…of players and a time before money took over…yeah ok money is a wave..and stuff like that…. but show me a player today unaffected and un-changed by it.. that’s all….and correct me if i’m wrong.. but isn’t there more to football and life than money…you know what they say – in the writings of old…you can’t take the Worthington Cup with you when you go… (or are there any Egyptians out there who still think..that if they win the World Cup one day they can take it with them when THEY go? …..viza viz pyramids and stuff aaaaarrrrgghh!
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19th March 2024 at 8:00 am
Hi Crispin. Chris Sutton on the radio has gone for a Chelsea v Coventry final. As we know anything can happen in the Cup, and I reckon we can go to the final.
We’re still in with a chance of the play offs too, so lots to go for.
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19th March 2024 at 7:41 am
Hey Kev
Let the masses drool over their odds on City v Unted Final, but who knows how pressure can hit.
Cov and Chels will be rightly labelled as having no chance..but hey …stranger things have happened..
so Chelsea v Coventry…that’s the Final for us!
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29th January 2024 at 10:03 pm
Hi Crispin,
How are you doing mate? Yes, you’re probably right but hey football is all about emotion and passion and I just love writing about the game. I try to keep my poetry to a reasonable length but there’s so much to write about the game and its literature just lends itself naturally to poetry. Sometimes I just get completely carried and I do apologise for the length of my poetry but it’s a great thrill to be associated with Football Poets.
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10th January 2024 at 7:52 pm
You’re right of course Joe but…..it’s actually more of a big welcome break for everyone who is not into Premier League ..I’m talking fans of EFL National League and below…..
Btw …is this actually your longest poem ever !?
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8th January 2024 at 4:45 pm
Thanks!
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8th January 2024 at 10:42 am
There’s something so evocative and nostalgic for football fans the world over, in ‘revisiting’ old lost grounds.
Occasionally some remnants remain, with perhaps part of a wall or part or a stand or thre shape of a terrace, but often they are only still there in faded images and in our heads..
Great stuff Graham
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4th January 2024 at 10:13 am
A great idea and well executed. Thanks Graham.
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19th November 2023 at 1:45 pm
Thanks Gacina, glad you liked it, and I have just posted a new one about our points deduction…
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7th November 2023 at 6:34 pm
Today B.B.C post on F.B was titled:Premier League reduced to 18 clubs? I really think it may be interesting to see if this would be Everton’s nightmare and this poem is well suited for this concern.If there would be more difficult battle to stay if there were 18 teams.Great poem and somehow true.
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