Football Poets

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!