Match Day

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 A fuzzy red light ends a Friday night dream
It wakes me up early with thoughts of me team
As the light becomes clear through the crook in me arm
I can see it’s nine thirty on me Bobby Moore Alarm

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 I rub my eyes slowly as the light clears me head
Realising what day it is….I jump out of bed
Saturday…. IT’S SATURDAY! and we’re playing at home
I rush to get ready “Where’s me shirt…where’s me comb”

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 A quick cuppa rosie…butchers hook at page three
Next check the line up…as I finish me tea
I head to the station with me scarf and me rattle
Four stops down the District Line for today’s derby battle

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 As the tube reaches Upton Park I give up me seat
To an old Chelsea pensioner and I head for Green Street
A pint at the local and maybe a short
Then it’s off to the stand for me favorite sport

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 A chorus of ‘Bubbles….”Boooos” for the ref
Enemy is Tottenham… we’ll play to the death
“THAT IDIOT NEEDS GLASSES”……(One nil at half time)

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 A hot dog and bevy during the break
Let’s get through the second half with no more mistakes
Ref blows his whistle….there’s one half to play
And we’re prayin’ for victory at the end of the day

7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 Up in the grandstand…sits Bobby Moore’s ghost
He sighs as Harewood’s miskick hits the post
Atmosphere’s amazing….chills up me spine
As Zamora equalises…..five minute’s from time

8 Leave a comment on verse 8 0 Crowd’s in a frenzy as the final whistle blows
A home draw’s better than a loss!… I suppose
Then suddenly I realise as the game fades away
I’d turned off me alarm and had slept in all day

9 Leave a comment on verse 9 0 When I finally get the energy to rise from me pit
I switch on the TV…find a soft place to sit
Seems victory for West Ham was all in me head
The muppets lost 4-3……….I’m off back to bed…


Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/match-day/