Half Time Braggadacio

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Swigging tepid water from a plastic bottle
I looked across at the other team
As big as they were
They knew we were more than a match for them.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Although a lot smaller, we’d terrified them
By being completely fearless
Thundering in with kamikaze tackles
Without any fear for the consequences.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Why? We wouldn’t even sit on the benches
In the half time interval,
Or couldn’t, didn’t want to let the other mob know
How badly hurt and cut up we were,
From those crazy tackles on them unforgiving pitches.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 When our trainer came round
With the orange segments
We took the pith, and ate that as well
That would show the other mob
Just how fired up for the fray.
Of the next twenty five minutes
We were and no messing!



Our football matches at primary school would last twenty five minutes each way, and were for the most part played on these red rock hard cinder pitches in the local park, and on the odd occasion beautiful lush green grass ones.

Slide tackles on said red stuff really hurt, and us kids should have had more common sense. But when that whistle blows all is forgotten… common sense, sense of fair play, a modicum of sense, etc, etc.

As for them crazy goalies diving on the stuff, they needed their heads examined. So that’s where I went wrong, as our goalie was mois.



Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/half-time-braggadacio/