Holiday Heaven

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 In the town of Cala’n Forcat
On Menorca’s western tip,
There was nothing much to gawk at
On the little tourist strip.
There were restaurants a-plenty
Selling glorified fast food,
Souvenir shops by the twenty,
For the crass and kitsch and crude.
So we wandered after eating
Looking for a likely bar
That had comfortable seating
And a decent looking jar.
Eventually we opted
For one owned by Jimmy Hill.
‘Twas my brother-in-law who copped it
And I’m grateful to him still.
The waiting girl was pretty
But our eyeballs quickly fell
On the Reds and Derry City
Playing at the Brandywell.



Well, heaven until the penalty shoot out! Ironically, the Irish bar (Sixty One) chose to show the epic battle between Oxford and Crawley, while Jimmy Hill’s Bar showed Derry and Shelbourne.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/holiday-heaven/