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My Old Dad

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.

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/