Grassroots Football
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We’re easily pleased us football fans
We don’t dote on silver and gold
Just a player who puts in a decent shift
And every now and then a half decent goal
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We love the blokes who huff and puff around the pitch
And give it everything they’ve got
No champions league prancing princes
On half a million for every misplaced wayward shot
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Oh, give us this day our standing terrace back
And leave the moaners in the pubs
To stand and shout at the google box
In their fake lacoste trackies and adidas trabs
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Let me que two hours to buy my tickets
I don’t mind the biting rain
Banter laughs and who cares the crowd is one man and his dog
It’s boss to be a match-day standing terrace fan again
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Yea, let me forget the cold that bites my ageing toes
Ignore the joyless creaks in my protesting bones
Sound forth the childhood voice not mobile phones
“It’s boss to be a match-day standing terrace fan again!”
Sublime Sharon..last verse sums it all up…what it is to follow footie at a much lower but still local level after maybe being spoilt for a lifetime…by our bigger and what we thought was our only club….(Shock horror poet/fan supports two (or three clubs!)
The last verse …especially for those of us here who followed our first beloved local club to Champs League level from terraces like those we stand on today… to exhorbitantly ticket priced re-structured seated soul-less family stadiums ….
who are you watching these days….?
I just wish other people here would comment more on others poems…surely we aren’t all technophobe dinosaurs….we all want to be humble but it’s lovely to know what others think? Is it perhaps because we have to log in to comment….it’s so quick to do
short rant over! Keep on ……
Thanks for those words of encouragement Crispin.
We go to Lochgilphead Red Star Fc games here in Argyll, just a wee walk from our home.
I always want Liverpool to win, club of my heart, but the prices priced me out long ago. I love the charismatic Klopp, the magic of Mo and the magnificent Mane, but it’s not the club of my youth anymore. Perhaps that’s the price we pay for success.
We also get to at least one game a year at Accrington Stanley Fc, on target for promotion this year, and love Billy Kee (striker) also known as SuperBillyKee.
Have a new book of football poetry coming out 25th May: A Game of Two Halves: Football Tackling Homelessness; this is in support of our SHARE project (Students Homelessness Awareness Raising Enterprise) http://www.argyllshare.co.uk and http://www.sharebolton.co.uk
Follow us on Twitter – @ArgyllSHARE & @SHARE_Bolton
Best, Sharon