On the touchline minutes in
Me bruvver sported a grin
Our Lucy at inside right
Was having the time of her life.
Down the line two muvvers
Were giving it verbal large
Their rage concerned me bruvver
Stood watching this game in the park.
The game was stopped as the ref perturbed
Tried to seek some calm
As the coach to the girls of two verbal birds
Got red faced and alarmed.
Their ranting? Went on ceaselessly
Our Lucy’s teacher burst in to tears
She’d never had been accused like this
In all her football years.
Accused of playing a ringer
In an under eleven match?
Me bruvver name of Ginger
Was flabbered and aghast
Tall goalie and her muvver
Walked from the field distraught
As me mystified young bruvver
Watched fun depart our sport.
Girls game was stopped
Two teams trudged off
On a sad and sorry day.
“We’ve won it” bragged the accusers
“No one’s won, our game’s the loser”
Their coach was heard to say.
Should Carlos Santana’s words
Apply to this pair of scowling birds
Oi you two, why not… “Let The Children Play”