Do You Remember…

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Flags on the halfway line
Refs and linesmen always dressed in black
Numbers 1-4 across the back
No names in a game of characters

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 One super sub sat on the bench
‘Shoot’ league tables with cardboard tabs
Choking on your sherbet dabs
‘Cos you always lost your ‘Arsenal’

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Keepers string gloves made from old vests
There was no recognised ‘obstruction’
The goalie consoled with ‘hard luck son’
As he was helped out of the back of the net

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 Never heard of broken metatarsals
The bracing effect of the magic sponge
Players fell, never dived or lunged
And no-one did their cruciate

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 Fans stood on the terraces
Managers chewed on fat cigars
Players on a grand a year with no fast cars
Went to the match on the bus

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 It was self-catering with tea in a flask
Sandwiches in an old Oxo tin
And two points for a win
Going home via the Wimpey

7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 White line paint which set like rock
No sponsorship logos
No Hollywood pose
For the solo cameraman to miss

8 Leave a comment on verse 8 0 The First Division was the place to be
The Anfield Kop, the Highbury Clock
All this filed under memory
Before the Premiership left us spoiled



D’yer know, I’m not even sure that memories are ‘wot they used to be!’…

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/do-you-remember-4/