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Matchday 1963 ish!

kevin raymond

Friday, October 28th, 2005

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 If you paid the rent, two weeks running
To the landlord down below
The cozzers would pay you a visit
To find out where you got the dough!

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 With yer a…. hanging out of yer trousers
You felt you were one of the chaps
Walking along the Embankment by the Thames
Making yer way to the match!

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Could’nt afford a programme
Only the price of the Shed
Some bunked in across live railway lines
After climbing gravestones of the dead!

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 Tommy Harmer, Frankie Blunstone, Bobby Tambling too
All was fast and furious and altogether blue
Its something you’ll always remember
Till eternity, perhaps?
Walking along the Embankment by the Thames
Making yer way to the match!

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 In those days, the crowds were enormous
The smoke, the smell, the noise
A quite inspirational wondrous sight
For scruffy little ten year old boys

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 Get to the front and look behind yer
Faces go back up to the sky
All of the action is the sole attraction
Nobody dare question why?

7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 The tackles, the moves, part of it soothes
Then makes you shout and scream
‘ Is it possible that maybe one day…..’?
‘It don’t cost yer nothing to dream’!

8 Leave a comment on verse 8 0 As the dank and the dark come down on the park
The floodlights are shining on those
Who are mighty Gods to us poor little sods
Sat there watching our idols glow

9 Leave a comment on verse 9 0 The thrall of it all, to us who were small
Was mighty, tremendous and fast
Is ninety minutes up already?
You want it forever to last

10 Leave a comment on verse 10 0 With the gates open wide
The chaps mill outside
To wait for a mate that you’ve lost
You always seem to know loads of folks
Its amazing who you’ll come across?

11 Leave a comment on verse 11 0 As we walk by the Thames past Albert Bridge
On our way back to where we are from
All words are of birds and the football
It seems to forever go on

12 Leave a comment on verse 12 0 Up past Battersea Power station
That’s it, were on our home patch
What a great Saturday for a young fella like me?
This lucky sod’s been to the match!

© kjp raymond 2005

Notes

This ones abou the good old days! The bit about people climbing on gravestones is true! They used to climb on the gravestones to get over a wall, then cross the live railway lines to climb another wall to get into Stamford Bridge! Theres a joke there somewhere, but I’m not sure what it is?

Never done it meself, too blimmin scared!

Great halcyon days never the less.

peace.

kev.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/matchday-1963-ish/