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Me and my mate, John, chatting

Ron Hiles

Saturday, October 13th, 2007

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 I pray your work includes, dear bard, an hour or two this fair spring day, to walk a golden mile from whence thou art to stand in glorious abandon and partake in splendour that is Red and Blue with ball of joy to test their mettle. For long ago in days of yore when everything hung on the score, I stood myself within a sea of Red and sung the song that all along those Mersey banks and far beyond the singing ranks of Red a world did chant along, and God himself did lead the throng when Keagan hit the net, and yet… twas not over then and minutes later Bremner did arise on Yorkshire voices to arrest the flow, and on we rode on tide of heartfelt joy when Highway came along the wing and, oh, did all the Kop and half the world sing out in praise of Walking.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Ravin’ rantin’ with me friend, screamin’ goal from Anfield Road end, Blues on fire. Beneath us dire, and Godlike, Moyes screams, ‘Go fourth and prosper!’ My sons of glory, smite thine enemy that they may no longer look upon your failings with contempt. And on that day all Mancs will cry in anguish that they were not born some 30 miles to the west.

© Ron Hiles and John McGuire

Notes

John’s an Everton fan and I’m a Boro fan. We were talking about the Mersey Derby that was taking place at Anfield in 2005, and also about the day in the 70s I stood in the Kop to cheer ‘pool on against Leeds in the FA Cup. Liverpool went on to win the Champions League in 2005 and Everton ended up 4th in the league, against the odds, to qualify for Europe.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/me-and-my-mate-john-chatting/