Going To The Game

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 car or bus or coach or train
climbing up the hill again
in the howling wind and rain
ev’ry time the same
ev’ry single step you take
premonitions that you make
habits that you never break
going to the game

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 superstitions that you keep
in your heart and in your sleep
feelings harboured long and deep
ever since you came
as a child soaked to the skin
on your bike against the wind
this is how it all begins
going to the game

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 all the moments you have found
visiting your fav’rite ground
atmospheres and sights and sounds
far too great to name
no-one knows what pulls you here
sometimes tearing out your hair
still you’re back to watch and share
going to the game


Ever since I first went to a football match as a kid, I’ve always thought about the anticipation, excitement and feeling that builds as you go…on your way . For me it’s been the same from Stamford Bridge in the late 50s/60s/70s/80s to to the New Lawn, Forest Green for the past 10 years .

After I wrote this today, I also re-discovered a poem with the same title by the ever-excellent Sharon Jones (Sharon Wilkie-Jones) Sorry Sharon no title clash intended.

I also wrote another poem a while back which you can find on this site Walking From Games ~ Crispin Thomas .which in victory, defeat or a draw is of course another whole story!

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/going-to-the-game-2/