Remember Brian Glover in Kes? The teacher
imagining he’s Bobby Charlton, United v Spurs?
This bloke was something similar.
Me and my brother were drinking
at the Spanish campsite pool bar. He told us
he’d been on the books of Villa and Tranmere.
We mentioned our boys on the five a side
pitch nearby. Puts down his drink, he’s gone,
back at the pool a few minutes later. Full kit.
We followed him. Of course, he took over.
Berated my boy for missing a sitter.
Shouted the odds. The lads were bewildered.
I won’t say it all ended in tears, but there
was nearly a fist fight. Blame the sun,
maybe the booze? Some overgrown boys
can’t believe it’s all over. It is now.
The glory days are long gone, if they ever …
This bloke was just one of those.