Football Poets

First Match Magic.

¶ 1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Every day the same question
Those indoors were pressed on
‘Just when can we go to the match’?

¶ 2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 He had first seen his team
On his nan’s t.v screen
Late one Saturday night away back

¶ 3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 All his mates said ‘it’s great’ he was hooked away straight
Like a fish that an angler would catch
As he watched M of D, he was there cheering free
He knew football was all young life lacked

¶ 4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 “One day son when you’re a little bit older
That’s when we’ll take in a match
But for now, I’d find out as much as you can
On the team, how they play, all the chaps”

¶ 5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 In his room, painted blue, as he hummed drive time tunes
Played by red-haired dee jay, Chris Evans
It was there in that place, as a smile crossed his face
Chris told all on his show, on live BBC radio, that his
Dad was taking him to his first match tomorrow!

¶ 6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 Friday night, couldn’t sleep, even tried counting sheep
As his young mind did race at great pace
Long at last pleasant dreams where the whole night it seems
He was there in that wonderful place

¶ 7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 Saturday morning birds sing, nothing else means a thing
As he watches t.v with his dad
In the future that morning will be but a blur
Pent up excitement was driving him mad

¶ 8 Leave a comment on verse 8 0 All the way to the game was it cold, did it rain?
Maybe, he couldn’t quite tell
When he first set his eyes on Utopia’s size
A gasp of breath, then he thought… ‘blimmin ell’

¶ 9 Leave a comment on verse 9 0 As he held his dad’a hand, it was more
Than a man, or a young innocent boy could take in
When magnificent site shadowed over the mite
With a lump in his throat, he was shaking

¶ 10 Leave a comment on verse 10 0 There stood in the crowd, in the queue for the clouds
With a ticket to heaven on earth
He laughed at im-patience of some much older patrons
Who’d trouble at turnstiles with girth

¶ 11 Leave a comment on verse 11 0 There was noise, a great din As his heart said ‘you’re in,
The in that you wanted so hard’
His eyes were like camera’s taking snaps of it all
The inside of the place was just… vast

¶ 12 Leave a comment on verse 12 0 As he walked beneath stand he held tighter dad’s hand
As Nirvana came in to view
His little feet went where his heart told them to
He was there … ‘at the match’ …at half two

¶ 13 Leave a comment on verse 13 0 His dad said “Sit down lad, you look a bit pale”
So sit down, dizzy, he did, like dad said
The stuff he was seeing and hearing was just
Too much for one lad’s little head

¶ 14 Leave a comment on verse 14 0 The grass was so green, there were stripes
To be seen, that looked like a different shade
To the other stripe running alongside of them
It was to funny to see grass in like…. lanes

¶ 15 Leave a comment on verse 15 0 The flags in the corner and at half-way line
Fluttered lightly amidst gentle breeze
Then all of a sudden crowd noise took a climb
As his team came out, to do the warm up in three’s

¶ 16 Leave a comment on verse 16 0 He couldn’t see much as the home fans stood up
When the team’s names were put out on the air
He climbed up on his seat to see the boys greet
All the crowd, with a wave, he was there

¶ 17 Leave a comment on verse 17 0 The kick off drew near, he was nervous
Though not of the sort where you’re scared
The kind where you’re just sort of cautious
Whilst at the same time somewhat unaware

¶ 18 Leave a comment on verse 18 0 Just what it is that is happening to him
As the players troop off to get set
He can’t quite be sure of, but he just hopes
There more of, this first match magic, that’ll he’ll never forget!