Half Time.

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 In amongst punters noshing cordon bleu pies
I look all about me as half time subsides.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Latecomers queuing for programmes
From sellers who walk round the green
An ace from the past gets applause from the stands
By the few, who recollect when he played for the team?

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Rows of cheap gaudy seating are empty
Departed occupants are below in the bar
Where the price of a burger and Pepsi
Would run a small family car.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 Substitutes go through the motions
Of training ground fitness regimes
As highlights of the first half are played over again
In great clarity, via a monitor screen.

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 Fretting punters debate on the toilet
Afore the players return to the pitch
While high overhead a Heathrow bound jet
Seems more exciting to “I’m bored with this” kids.

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 Music subsides as the subs are read out
Ticket news for a forthcoming match
Bars are closed down as the tension remounts
Cheers go up as refreshed idols trudge back.

7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 I ponder the way that “The Football” has changed
To a plaything of the loaded and rich
Then a question in mind brings me back to the game
How come the sprinklers, only sprinkle one half of the pitch?



Or is it just another ploy to gain an unfair advantage? I often wonder to myself.

I distinctly remember watching a documentary where The Red Knight insisted that his groundstaff heavily water the Old Trafford pitch prior to a big game coming up. Surely good players can play on any sort of pitch can’t they?



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