In Awe Of Your Foe.

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 First showed it’s face one Wednesday evening
Up at Old Trafford.You kinda know by the little signs
If you’re blessed enough to have it or you ain’t.
Down on the concourse after getting off the bus
Up from The Smoke. We were stood having a fag
Really excited at being inside of, for the very first time.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 One of the most awe inspiring stadiums in the world.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 When the unmistakable waft on the cold night air,
Of freshly brewed coffee
Kinda let us know: “This is how we treat our punters up here”
I said to me mates kind of in jest like:
“Wow we’re getting powdered Bovril, tea and Marvel
Over at The Bridge in West London, here it’s real coffee”.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 Stadium’s grub was a bit of all right as well.

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 Walking in to the cauldron of heated emotion
That first night. Was simply magic
We were rabbits in the headlights dumbstruck.
Stood up in the visitors end
I tried to take in all that I read about in so many books
Since I was a small inquisitive kid, and couldn’t.

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 The place was packed solid and fit to burst.

7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 Then THEY came running out: Olsen, Robson, Whiteside,
McGrath, Hughes, and Gary Bailey (I think?)
Old Trafford rose and rocked in applause to it’s idols.
Newly promoted up to the old first division that year
With a hard working team of journeymen players
From the lower leagues and what have you.

8 Leave a comment on verse 8 0 Our quixotic asperations shattered, we were struggling.

9 Leave a comment on verse 9 0 Although we nicked a hard earned one all draw
What stayed with me
During the coming back to reality journey home.
Was that there’ll never be a substitute for real class
You’ve either got it or you ain’t
Old Trafford, Man United, their fans, back then, and even today.

10 Leave a comment on verse 10 0 Ooze it, that’s the difference
Between them and the rest of us, so irrespective of results.
It’s akin to Prada versus Primart!


Much as it pains me to say it……above is what I think. As The Jock on The Box, is so fond saying: “Football, it’s all about opinions”. So that there’s mine!

Go well and be lucky.




Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/in-awe-of-your-foe/