Dream on.

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 I missed the last game of the season
Laid up in bed with the flu
Unfit to board the coach for Watford
Along with the rest of the crew.
But by now we had nothing to play for
And Glen Roeder had this week resigned
But still I felt a bit guilty
When the bus driver left me behind.
So I tuned into radio Newcastle
At Three o clock on the dot
Clutching my tumbler of whisky
With me pyjamas all sticky and hot.
Obafemi Martins decided to go AWOL
Our players just do as they like
And if little Michael’s unhappy
They should tell him to get on his bike.
The game was a right load of rubbish
We hung on for a point in the end
I fell asleep dreaming of takeovers
And this bloke with a few bob to spend.


Well they say dreams can come true…..dont they ?

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/dream-on/