For Joe R.I.P.

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 In the night sky looms a stadium
It’s gates locked shut
Where they’ve taken down the goals

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Near the underground tube station
The “Celery Song” is sung
In post matchday pubs, along the Fulham Road.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 He was brave throughout his illness
He was strong when times were bad
Now he’s gone there’s only stillness
And tearfull sadness amongst the lads.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 He went eveywhere with Chelsea
Did most England matches too
I can’t recall him being that unhealthy
He never moaned, so I never knew.

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 When our team runs out to a roaring crowd
On West London home game days
And the “Celery Song” though it’s banned is sung
We’ll think of him with fondness, why?
It’s pretty simple really, because he was our mate.

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 The vison I’ll always have of Joe implanted in me head
Is of him decked out as a confedarate
(minus his sabre, that was left in the teahut)
As he cheered them Blues on from The Shed!*

7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 He’ll always be within our thoughts
When we’re cheering on the Blues
So goodnight Joe, till we meet once more
And may your God go with you!



For Joe, our mate. Recently and sadly departed

* Joe was going to a fancy dress party after a Chelsea home game, so with his sabre (left in the tea hut for safety) and decked out in the uniform of the USA confedaracy, he stood on the terraces of The Shed and cheered the boys on! No-one battered an eyelid so I’m told!



Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/for-joe-r-i-p/