Let’s Hear It For The Boy!

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 A stiff bracing breeze, floating off, of the Thames
Was soothing to the Fulham home crowd
In the days when Malcolm Supermac had intentions
Of constructing a new side from nowt.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Money was at a premium as usual
With Jimmy Hill still footing the bills
So the emphasis was put on the youthful
Or old veterans from over the hill.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 “The Cottage” that day was heaving
Getting right behind the boys, as you do
So what happened next, may take some believing
Though I’m assured by me spies, it’s the truth.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 A young naieve pro, gave away a soft goal
And was face down in mud, quite distraught
When this crescendo of abuse came from below the roof
Of “The Cottage”, from the Fulham support.

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 “Yer taking the Michael, call yerself a footballer?
I’ve seen better, playing over “The Scrubs”*
That clearance, you tried, should’ve gone in the water
We should have stayed where it’s warm, down the pub.

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 Put the sub out there, right now MacDonald
Let that doughnut stay put on the bench
Even I could have told yer that kid’s got no promise
He’d be a danger if he had any sense”.

7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 MacDonald sat bemused in the dug out
Carefully mulling over his strategy
Bad enough needing points, he now had some thug
Heckling this boy, of a Saturday.

8 Leave a comment on verse 8 0 Another woeful attempt at a clearance
Got the foghorn to start up again
I’ve heard said there were some in the home end
Glance t’ward the river for a crash on The Thames!

9 Leave a comment on verse 9 0 “Get him out of there, sub him,
That’s twice that they’ve mugged him
We’ve forked out, hard earned money to watch this
That young centre back’s useless
And his football brain, clueless
Whilst MacDonald, yer as guilty as he is”.

10 Leave a comment on verse 10 0 Supermac, had by now lost composure
So he beckoned to the coppers and staff
“To go have a look in “The Cottage” enclosure”
And find out who was having a laugh?.

11 Leave a comment on verse 11 0 Well. A few minutes passed,
As some questions were asked
Then the coppers came back, looking glum.
Seems that heckler in “The Cottage”
Who’d been heard, collared and spotted
Was none other than the centreback’s….MUM!



The poem above is based on, what I’m assured, is a true story.

I know of, but don’t actually know the centreback, who went on to win a league championship medal, and his ma. They both come from my manor and the pair of them, belong to a family of Fulham fans, the other team in West London.

The language has been considerably toned down so this poem gets put up. To give you, the reader, an example of this loving muvvers choice words, my daughter was going to see Chelsea play away in the FA cup with my mates, as this muvver drove past their mini-bus in her car, she wound down the window and shouted out at them in the middle of the street: “I hope you******* Chelsea ******* get well and truly ******* hammered today, you shower of *******. Or words to that effect!

Mothers, don’t you just love em? I did hear on the grapevine, that her son went to Chelsea for a trial and was turned down. maybe that’s got something to with it? Who knows?

Craven Cottage is the name of the Fulham ground. However, “The Cottage” is the dressing rooms, that are housed over in the corner of the ground and is where the families and guests of the home players sit to watch the game.



* The Scrubs or Wormwood Scrubs is a prison in West London, that’s surrounded by acres of playing fields where schools or part-time football teams play their games.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/lets-hear-it-for-the-boy/