Dying to go to the match

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Well, the day’s arrived.
A damp Saturday morning
An early kick-off
Team colours all around you,
And you’ve got yours,
Proudly round your shoulders,
Showing the lads you care.
A few mates
A few drinks
A few laughs.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 The only problem
Is that you and your mates are Reading fans
And their colours
Are not made of wood
Or coffin shaped.


The poem relates to an article in, I think, The Daily Mail about an undertaker offering fans the chance of coffins, on their demise, in team colours, and I believe Reading FC were pioneering the idea.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/dying-to-go-to-the-match/