O To Be In England!

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 “O to be in England and English” a wise man once said
“It’s something you’ll grieve when they tell you you’re dead”
It’s Red Rum, it’s Wembley, it’s four goals to two
It’s not giving up when they tell you “You’re through”

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 It’s Twiggy and Ziggy and Top Of the Pops
It’s the gardens of Kent gathering berries and hops
It’s Auden, Betjamin, Hardy and Frost
It’s Shilton, Milton and Paradise Lost

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 It’s the fog on the Tyne and crossing the Mersey
It’s multi ethnic kids in red and white jerseys
It’s Quentin Crisp, it’s our eccentricity
It’s England v Hungary and six goals to three

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 It’s Empire Way in May on Cup Final day
It’s The Pistols, The Smiths who John Peel would play
It’s The Beatles, The Stones,The Who and The Fall
It’s “Watching With Mother” Big Brother, Divinia McCall

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 It’s Joyce Grenfell, such manners a joy to behold
It’s John Le Carre and “The Spy Who Came In From The Cold”
It’s Kenneth Williams, Babs Windsor and the Carry On Crew
It’s the Fast Show’s two tailors “Ooh Sir That Suits You”

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 It’s the thwack of leather on willow in a Test match at Lords
It’s an open top bus hailed as champions by hordes
It’s the boat race at Putney seen from Craven Cottage
It’s the hot dogs at the match that don’t resemble a sausage

7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 It’s the fans in the fountain at Trafalgar Square
It’s the tension that’s mounting when a wins in the air
It’s the pride in the side when World Cups on indoors
It’s the freedom of speech to say all this is yours!



This is not a dig at the other fella!

It’s just what it means and feels like to me to be here in England, nobody else!



Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/o-to-be-in-england/