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How Come Every Saturday Can’t Be Just Like This?

kevin raymond

Thursday, July 14th, 2005

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 All the boys are happy
Its Saturday, we’re away
The tribulations of the week
Forget about them today
It’s early and you’ve breakfasted
Your sitting on the coach
Your walkman keeps you mellow
Like listening to Jim Croce
You read the football papers
The odd fanzine or two
Maybe browse the NME
Or even Sniffin Glue
Chat and laugh
Acting daft
Everything is bliss
How come every Saturday
Can’t be just like this ?

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Endless miles of motorway
Pass by without a thought
Stops in service stations
To eat the lunch you’ve brought
The banter with the other teams
Who head towards the smoke
Dodgy fans from Notts Forest
Who follow Killing Joke
You turn up in a Northern town
You’ve not been to before
Insults as the coach goes by
” Who Are Yer?” is your cure
The tension now is building up
The match is your zenith
How come every Saturday
Can’t be just like this ?

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 The game is over
Your throat is sore
From cheering on the boys
Yer eardrums are vibrating
From that huge cascade of noise
You board the coach still buzzing
From what you have just seen
The beautiful game, the very essence
On a cherished field of green
The talk is still of what went on
As you leave that Northern town
Everybody’s on a high
But alas will soon come down
The moves, the goals, the players
Every one talks fast
It’s all you want to talk about
As you try to make it last
This is what its all about
A day to great to miss
How come every Saturday
Can’t be just like this ?

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 You pass a sign saying, Watford Gap
As night is drawing in
You think of where you’ve been to
All the things you’ve seen
Will you make it home
For Match of The Day
To see the game again
Relive all the ecstasy
Or indeed the pain
Not that bothered really
To be there that’s the thing
The emotion and excitement
Creates a sorta…..zing
Euphoria is still with you
Like a tranquil lovers kiss
How come every Saturday
Can’t be just like this ?

© kjp raymond 2005

Notes

These were some of the best days of me life and no mistake.

Up and down the motorway with yer mates, good music, plenty to read and the match to cap it all off !

Fantastic days all done on a shoestring!

peace.

kev.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/how-come-every-saturday-cant-be-just-like-this/