1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 We’re good friends together,
Graham and me,
But that wasn’t the case
Back in 1973,
When I was on the railways,
Climbing a signal box with a billy-can,
To be told by the signalman
That Ian Porterfield had just scored.
He was excited. Graham was bored.
2 years old, smuggled into Wembley,
Hidden in a red and white sea
Of scarves and banners and flags,
He slept all the way through,
And didn’t see the Stokoe
Pork-pie run-dance hat.
Neither did I.
But I remember it.
So, does he.


Graham told me this Sunderland tale on the way back from work, yesterday. That’s how it was on Mars way back when the Incredible String Band had finished singing about “When I was a young man back in the 1960’s”.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/memories-and-myths/