I played on the wing as a lad
For my schools and Coventry Boys
Played football almost every saturday
From the age of seven till seventeen.
My role was to get past my defender
Try and put in lot’s of accurate crosses
When we scored from one of them
The feeling was second to none.
To beat your marker felt great
But to cut inside and score was better
Then to get mobbed by my team-mates
In my young mind, I was George Best.
Still get a warm feeling and a glow
Thinking back to those childhood days
Winning lots of certificates and medals
Still got them in a drawer at home.
Stopped playing far too early
But I enjoyed it nevertheless
Just grateful to play the best sport
Memories of certain matches still with me today.
Get my enjoyment now from watching my team
Downcast though when they fail to win
But to me football is all about emotion
Without passion it’s completely soulless.
But only real football fans understand
This ecstasy and agony we feel
When we play or watch our sport
This beautiful game of football.