My Return to Familiar Surroundings

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Know what? I’ve really missed the place
That eagerly searching for ones sacred seat
Seeing if our stadiums acquired extra space
Where us tall fans, can park their plates of meat?

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Engrossed in a glossy programme
Plastic pass card in yer pocket
Awaiting your first home game
Catching up with the stadiums hot gossip.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 First elevens faces, gracing a digital screen
Familiar household names called out loud
Hearing Gary Nevilles captaining their team
Brings a groan to a West London crowd.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 “Pressure Drop” swirling round the place
As ultra violet, orange women dance
Then “The Liquidator” really cranks up the pace
So you’re aware that the games gonna start. .

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 Tiny hairs still stand up on the back of me neck
As fine blue and red lines grace our pitch
Two linesman, a ref and a bunch of school kids
Line up, to shake hands with their idols, impressed.

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 The above’s me idea of a right perfect day
Being at “The Football” where a warm sun is shining
Another ten minutes, all that’s forget and I’m going crazy
Due to the incompetence of one….. Smiley Mike Wiley!



First game back at “The Bridge” for yours truly, after getting me season ticket, kindly returned by our club, due to me own stupid fault for being borassic lint (or well and truly skint) during the close season!

What a cracker it was as well, except for the dire performance of the efferee Smiley Mike Wiley that is, who tried his hardest to spoil a right blinding day out for everyone who attended a real crunch match, where I thought we were lucky to get a draw.



“Pressure Drop” is by Toots and the Maytals

“The Liquidator” is by Harry J and his All-Stars.

That seemingly timeless instrumental the Chelsea team still take, to the pitch to. One of two banging reggae toons, played at Sunday’s game, from those great halcyon days, when we stood as one, on the much missed terraces.

Editor’s note :
Kev, I share your nostalgia!
Especially love the reminder of my favourite tune of all time – referenced in one of my own poem’s : He Knows Me So Well.


Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/my-return-to-familiar-surroundings/