All for the love of the game.

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 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.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 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.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 I never have any assistants
No one fancies running the line
We play in some terrible conditions
Like the snow and the fog on the Tyne.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 I got a bit of grief today
Off the lads from ‘The pig and Whistle’
Five of them recieved red cards
After a brawl with the ‘Rose and Thistle’.

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 So as I sit this Sunday night
Writing out my report
My nose is encased in plaster
And It’s all for the love of my sport.

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 But It’s the league presentation on Friday night
When the officials put on a nice spread
They wanted to invite Alan Shearer
But settled for Alan Minter instead.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/all-for-the-love-of-the-game/