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My Old Dad

Kaz Abba

Saturday, December 3rd, 2005

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 You see them every Saturday
No matter what the weather
Rain, snow or howling wind
The old boys huddled together.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 They stand next to the pitch
Shouting the young ones on
Hoping they will listen
To the knowledge they pass on.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 My Dad is stood amongst them
Reliving his younger days
Now with arthritic knees and hips
He watches the youthful plays.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 He remembers the days of old
The hard brown leather ball
With shorts all muddy and baggy
In his prime he gave it his all.

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 He remembers when it really was a game
With Matthews, Charlton and Moore
And lets not forget Georgie Best
“Its not played like that no more”.

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 He had no Sons to follow him
Two Daughters was what he had
But now he has his Grandsons
Which now really isn’t so bad!

7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 So now each week with his old team mates
He watches his ‘own’ boys in rapture
He still remembers the good old times
Which his Grandsons help him recapture.

© Karen Abba

Notes

This is for my Dad, Tony, who has followed his 3 Grandson every week for 20 years without fail, he loves his football so much he doesn’t support any team at all, he just loves the game!!

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/my-old-dad/