Blinding Stuff.

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 On icy streets and pavements
Where they’re wrapped up for a siege
Solid snowmen guard the vast estates
Where young kids can’t use the pitch.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 So thank God for the telly
Pure pleasure to the eye
There’s nothing can light the fire in yer belly
Like being indoors, to see a full on FA Cup tie.



I got in late last night and caught the tail end of extended (due to extra-time?) TV highlights. The full on excitement and controversy that’s an FA Cup replay in all it’s glory …you couldn’t make it up, if you tried.

Blinding stuff!



Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/blinding-stuff/