Cup Final Morning.

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 A beautiful sunny morning
Mama Cass purrs, on the wireless
Cup Final’s on this afternoon
Days like this are priceless.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Birds are singing in the trees
Postman whistles a tune
Where’ll he be today at three?
Sadly he’s a Gooner.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Scarves hang in the window
Blue ribbon adorns the door
A flag on the car flapping to and fro
Tells our neighbours who we’re for.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 I couldn’t get a ticket
So I’ll watch the game indoors
Sipping on tea I’m dreaming of three
As Mama Cass poignantly purrs.



Since I first saw a live televised FA Cup Final from Wembley, in I think 1963 (Man Yoo v Leicester City) round at my Grand-dads house (in glorious black and white) .I’ve been hooked on it, the build up on TV, the great colour editions the London papers used to print to celebrate, the pomp, the way the whole country seems to go for it, in fact the whole day. Cup Finals in other countries seem to pale in comparison to ours. So I’m really looking forward to today’s final, of the greatest domestic Cup competition in the World. I hope it’s a classic and…… May The Best Team Win.




Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/cup-final-morning/