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In The Sepia Vibe

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 It’s turned quite brown now

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 My old school team photograph

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 But there I am with long lost mates

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 whose names still linger

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 together In the sepia vibe

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 can this be me at fourteen?

7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 another person then – fresh faced naive

8 Leave a comment on verse 8 0 but on that old leather ball with laces that stung and cut

9 Leave a comment on verse 9 0 heavy and wet on school match mornings

10 Leave a comment on verse 10 0 etched in chalk

11 Leave a comment on verse 11 0 Sloane Grammar Under Fifteens 1962-63

12 Leave a comment on verse 12 0 oh but I was some winger then – you should have seen me

13 Leave a comment on verse 13 0 Arjen Robben eat your heart out

14 Leave a comment on verse 14 0 promise talent hope – my football future before me

15 Leave a comment on verse 15 0 apparently

16 Leave a comment on verse 16 0 erratic dangerous crazy but deadly

17 Leave a comment on verse 17 0 on days when seven still meant outside right

18 Leave a comment on verse 18 0 and my left foot like Daniel Day Lewis

19 Leave a comment on verse 19 0 un-stoppable un-compromising

20 Leave a comment on verse 20 0 thwacking smacking and whacking them in from ev’ry angle

21 Leave a comment on verse 21 0 more often than not against that old flat crossbar

22 Leave a comment on verse 22 0 just four inches of wood between me and glory

23 Leave a comment on verse 23 0 how wide they were then!

24 Leave a comment on verse 24 0 but when it came to the school team

25 Leave a comment on verse 25 0 it was swallows and stalwarts –

26 Leave a comment on verse 26 0 not quite good enough to make the grade

27 Leave a comment on verse 27 0 but decent enough for reserve

28 Leave a comment on verse 28 0 and so it was week in week out you’d find me

29 Leave a comment on verse 29 0 on misty rainy Saturday mornings

30 Leave a comment on verse 30 0 Tulse Hill to Westminster

31 Leave a comment on verse 31 0 carrying kit bags offering oranges

32 Leave a comment on verse 32 0 and filling in for way-laid linesman

33 Leave a comment on verse 33 0 until that one sweet day our winger went A.W.O.L

34 Leave a comment on verse 34 0 and euphoria – I was in!

35 Leave a comment on verse 35 0 the game itself a blur no less of am I really here?

36 Leave a comment on verse 36 0 a welcome to the Big Brother House type day

37 Leave a comment on verse 37 0 but give or take a rocky start suddenly out of the blue

38 Leave a comment on verse 38 0 this perfect ball flew over waist height to me

39 Leave a comment on verse 39 0 and right there bang on the edge

40 Leave a comment on verse 40 0 of the proverbial 18 yard box

41 Leave a comment on verse 41 0 I just let fly let it rip like some great fart

42 Leave a comment on verse 42 0 in a rowdy dressing room

43 Leave a comment on verse 43 0 but what a volley – dream on Ronaldinho!

44 Leave a comment on verse 44 0 to be truthful

45 Leave a comment on verse 45 0 with three strikers better placed and screaming

46 Leave a comment on verse 46 0 it could have gone anywhere some risk indeed

47 Leave a comment on verse 47 0 but not this time – no – it hit the net deliciously

48 Leave a comment on verse 48 0 in a hello Roy Of The Rovers

49 Leave a comment on verse 49 0 are you watching Gianfranco Zola

50 Leave a comment on verse 50 0 freeze frame of synchronicity

51 Leave a comment on verse 51 0 and I learned something profound that day

52 Leave a comment on verse 52 0 sometimes you have to be selfish and greedy

53 Leave a comment on verse 53 0 in this football game we call life

54 Leave a comment on verse 54 0 but I still like to think – in a humble

55 Leave a comment on verse 55 0 ‘long forgotten hero’ type way

56 Leave a comment on verse 56 0 that greed and passion took over

57 Leave a comment on verse 57 0 and me and my left foot …..and my left foot and I

58 Leave a comment on verse 58 0 we did it just the two of us for the team

59 Leave a comment on verse 59 0 allegedly!

60 Leave a comment on verse 60 0 and that was it – game over – acceptance

61 Leave a comment on verse 61 0 they carried me to a man that day to the centre circle

62 Leave a comment on verse 62 0 no school rag back then – but if there had been

63 Leave a comment on verse 63 0 it would have proclaimed loudly

64 Leave a comment on verse 64 0 “Thomas Scorcher Sinks St.Cuthbert’s ”

65 Leave a comment on verse 65 0 and to this day I’m convinced

66 Leave a comment on verse 66 0 It was that pivotal moment – that decision

67 Leave a comment on verse 67 0 which secured my place in the side

68 Leave a comment on verse 68 0 but more importantly still

69 Leave a comment on verse 69 0 given my off-field school behaviour

70 Leave a comment on verse 70 0 that goal

71 Leave a comment on verse 71 0 probably saved me from expulsion…

72 Leave a comment on verse 72 0 but hey……. that’s another poem!

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