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Football Mum

Alan McKean

Wednesday, August 4th, 2004

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 How many times have I washed that kit?
How does he get it so dirty?
He plays up front
He runs quite fast
He’s only twelve, not thirty.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 I go and watch him every game
They seem like wars of attrition
They shout and yell
And chase each ball
They’ve all got such ambition.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 I stand and watch in rain and snow
He looks over, does my son
He needs support
He needs a fan
He needs me now his dad’s gone.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 We’ve got each other, just us two
He knows I’ll be there, watching
I’ll see him through
From game to game
And keep the scouts from poaching

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 He’s been approached by a Premier club
With luck, he’ll hit the top
He’s said he will
Look after me
As I’ve been both mum and pop

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 I think that he deserves much more
I hope it does work out for him
He’s a good lad
And won’t complain
And he’s my son

Notes

A tribute

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/football-mum/