For Me Dear Departed Dad. On Fathers Day.

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 “Best was the best I ever saw”
He told me more than once
“Frank Swift great, just after The War”
Was another for whom he plumped?

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Watched a fledgling Duncan Edwards
Play at Highbury as a kid
In the youth team on a Wednesday night he said
Then on a Saturday in the league.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Me dad showed no allegiance
To any chosen side
He watched teams in London and the Midlands
Or where a job might take his hide.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 I think about him constantly
Though he’s no longer with us
Trips to Stamford Bridge, Craven Cottage
His rolls ups, and his Guinness.

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 Today’s a day I’d call up
When we’d talk about the game
Did you see that Dad, we’ve won The European Cup?*
“Huh, lucky Chelsea once again!”
(Our late dad’s favourite saying)



For our late dad, and grand-dad George Raymond.
On Fathers Day.
Who walks alongside the angels, constantly berating them!

*A lot of people still regard The Champions League as The Europen Cup.

Go well and be lucky.



This poem is shown in red, because although me dad was from Ireland who play in green, he was also a proud Cork man whose teams play in red.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/for-me-dear-departed-dad-on-fathers-day/