Football Poets

His Other Great Passion And Love!

¶ 1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 As the port was passed round, in a smoky background
Van the man souled out “Moondance”
Bird’s from the “burbs” spoke of their children
The latest new fragrance from France

¶ 2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Blokes puffed on cigars, spoke of owning fast cars
All except this one quiet bloke
Who sat there bored stiff with such chit chat
Waving both hands to ward off the smoke

¶ 3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 He was new to their scene and a little bit green
With regards to this middle class life
Truth is he’d rather have stayed home indoors
Ah the things blokes will do for their wives?

¶ 4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 As the chat turned away from flash motors
One of the other blokes said:
“And what do you get up to of a Saturday?
Are you like us lot, do you spend it lying in bed”?

¶ 5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 Like a camera bulb flashing or a great save by Yashin
The bored bloke’s eyes did light up
He pulled down his shirt and was full on alert
As he spoke of his other great passion and love

¶ 6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 “Ah Saturday ‘the be all that matters day’
The day when we go to the match
We set off in hope that our team of blokes
Will get three points, or at least avoid getting thrashed

¶ 7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 When the stadium’s full on and heaving
With fans who are singing out loud
The atmosphere takes some believing
When emotion takes over the crowd

¶ 8 Leave a comment on verse 8 0 When the hairs on your neck stand up rigid
From the beauty you see out on that grass
Could be a great pass or a real piece of class
Then we all applaud loudly such art

¶ 9 Leave a comment on verse 9 0 In a hot tempered game, who cares about names?
When the tension doth slowly creep in
And the manager spurs on the boys from the touchline
With those two words of wisdom “Just win”!

¶ 10 Leave a comment on verse 10 0 If our bloke in the middle goes off on a dribble
That get’s him in to the eighteen yard box
All us mere fans go Wow, sat up in the stands
Whilst in complete adoration we….watch

¶ 11 Leave a comment on verse 11 0 When the ball looks like it’s glued to the foot
Of a winger who seems to have wings
Such artistry will just take your breath away
It’s a truly awe inspiring thing

¶ 12 Leave a comment on verse 12 0 When the home fans shout “Goal”
And a fingertip, denies them that moment of joy
We all shake our heads and wonder if
We”ll ever get past, what after all’s just a boy

¶ 13 Leave a comment on verse 13 0 As the tackles go in and the strongest men wince,
Get up, dust their shirts off and play
Leave my head on the pillow?
I’d rather go and watch me hero’s
As I follow them home and away”

¶ 14 Leave a comment on verse 14 0 The dinner guests looked in envy at the quiet bloke
Van the man sang on and on as he does
What he had spoke of was so important to him
As he praised his other great passion and love!

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