A Wednesday Night At Highbury

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 One night in the twilight of me youth. Stood in me local pub
The talk was about “The Football”, how we played it at our club
An olde one standing nearby, butted in with tact
I’m glad he did, cos all he said, made great listening, thinking back.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 ‘ I’m sorry boys, to stick me oar in, in yer talk about the game,
But I saw one, who was the one and destined for great fame,
T’was an FA youth cup tie at Highbury, United traveled down
A tremendous sense of anticipation hit the North of London town.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 A Wednesday night, the floodlights bright on young jewels on the pitch
Both top flight clubs had a vein of talent, in proportion’s that were rich
The place was full of spectators, who’d heard about this we’an
When he stepped out on to the twinkling grass, t’was he, that lead the team.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 Herbert Chapman, green with envy, in his marble halls
Must have got into a frenzy, when this young man got the ball
He ran the game, he went and came o’er every blade of grass
A header or a tackle, such intelligence in each pass.

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 Built like an Adonis, a man amongst mere boys
Elegance personified with culture, skill and poise
The crowd gathered, were rewarded, as a display beyond such years
That the home fans so afforded, to shout his name and cheer.

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 Everywhere this boy went, on that fantastic Wednesday night
The crowd followed, like at a tennis match, straining left and right
He received the ball, looked up, called as if he knew, he was the one
Who controlled almost everything, about him, that went on.

7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 Such delight, was there that night as all of us agreed
Could this be the new England captain, such a leader each team needs
As the game came to its conclusion, we sadly had to leave
It was one of the nights, of sheer delight, that the eyes just can’t believe.

8 Leave a comment on verse 8 0 I won’t be taking any more of yer time up boys
Afore I leave yer, let me explain
In the first team at Old Trafford, the following Saturday
Duncan Edwards shone, out upon, that green grass, all over again’.



A true story, told to me with such passion, that the words I’ve used hopefully, explain how intense this fella was, about this young boy’s sheer presense and performance on the field of play, that night.

Wednesday plays for the youth team.
Come Saturday plays in the first team



Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/a-wednesday-night-at-highbury/