A Lovely Distraction From The Action

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 We drove round for ages, looking to park
A guided tour of her hometown she did
As mums and dads in a rush, being led by their kids
Made their way to The Match fore the start.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 She was holding me hand as the lights came in view
The noise from the crowd filled the air
It felt kinda nice, her being with me there
The sort of gesture one’s lover might do.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 “Will you stand me a Bovril?” She said weeks before
When she let on she’d paid for two tickets
“I will do,” says I ” Be a pleasure, my twist”
I mean a geezer’s got to treat his l’amour.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 Inside the ground, whilst the up warm took place
We chatted near froze by the cold
Punters were cheering, both young and old
For two teams in a fraught title race.

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 She held my hand tightly, and beamed like a light
Which might lazily shine on The Thames
When the ref’s whistle blew, I came down earthwards again
To my plastic seat hired for the fight.

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 As we basked in the action, I explained what I could
She kissed me quick, laughing and smiled
We held hands, watched proceedings, and after a while
Stayed sat down whilst the other fans stood.

7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 Laughing I explained all the singing
The loyalty ones has for the team
The depths of despair and utopian dreams
That difference between losing and winning.

8 Leave a comment on verse 8 0 The wise words of her sister on what’s written above
Rang true in me lug holes for weeks
She said, on hearing of our destiny that Saturday at three:
“You’re going to The Match? Then it must be real love!”

9 Leave a comment on verse 9 0 It weren’t much of a game to be honest
But then me eyes rarely strayed t’ward the pitch
Her being sat beside me made me feel so exquisite
I clean forgot about the Bovril I’d promised!



This poem is Loosely (a blinding ice cream that by the way) based on a true story, and is dedicated to someone special.


Go well and be lucky.



Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/a-lovely-distraction-from-the-action/