1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 I was on the train to Putney Bridge
We were playing Fulham in The Cup
By the time I got to Parsons Green
Me derby hopes were on the up.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Then I took a call done in me head
and put the mockers on me day
In a tunnel “I’m sorry babe we’re breaking up” she quickly said
So I angrily slung the phone away.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 We won the match, but the day was cold
Coz me bleeding heart was broke
Along Stevenage Road I cried consoled
By a bunch of sympathetic, balding caring blokes.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 So I invited them back to mine (and what had been hers)
With a couple of bottles of German Riesling
As I didn’t wanna be sat alone, future uncertain
Watching Match of The Day, three parts pi**ed and crying.

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 When I opened the door by the living room/kitchen
My real meaning for living and I had once shared
I was suddenly struck by the depressing existence
Of long nights with Lineker (trying to make out that he cares)

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 “Is that you babe?” Rang out from the cause of it all
“I forgot you was down the underground when I called”
As me and the chaps stood (staggering) in shock in the hall
“Bleeding phone keeps braking up, good job it weren’t important”.

7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 Peace.



Stay well, be lucky and keep smiling.



Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/oh/