I Could Have Been A Defender! Charlie.
¶ 1
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We’ve touchline thugs unfolding grudges,
Each time two youth teams meet
Some are re-living never played in games,
With a twitching of their feet
¶ 2
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‘Were you as half as good, as you say you were,
When you were my age dad’?
‘Er….yes son, come to think of it, I was,
But not in eyes of other lads’
¶ 3
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“I could have been a great defender’
Really? That’s pretty impressive stuff
‘But… the manager didn’t fancy me much,
So I didn’t play enough’
¶ 4
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If’s and buts are not enough,
To let you prowl carte blanche
The touchline most Sunday morning’s
Telling any mug who’ll listen, ‘Here’s how it should be done….’
¶ 5
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Do we really need pitch side know it all’s,
Inviting ‘Get stuck in’, who in their prime
Were ‘stuck in goal’ as the only way of getting a game?
¶ 6
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In matches played in open streets, devoid of all white lines,
Were these fathers, just like the rest of us,
Super stars,….. on the playing fields of their minds?
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