Close Encounter.

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Asked to play out on the wing down The Den
Greavsie uttered, “Nah, sorry boss, never again
Been here before, couple a times in The Cup
Bleating dockers trying a kick me, tripping me up
I’ve played centre forward here, ever since…then”.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Peace.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0  Stay sage. Bode well.



Ah…The Den, former lair to The Lions, Millwall. F. C. in South East London. The most intimidating ground, I’ve visited…twice (in London derbies as a a neutral) and both times haunt me to this day! Flying fleet footed wingers plying their trade close to the touch-line, seemingly within touching distance of the preying punters, half expected to be tugged off the pitch by their shell-like, simply for the fun of it, at any given moment, by some burly no-nonsense nautical, from the local docks, supporting the home team.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/close-encounter/