Old Fans

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Remember Bonetti, Osgood, and Cooke
Heighway, Moore and old Greaves?
I know this will make a few of you look
Yes, I know the magic it weaves

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Chelsea, West Ham, Spurs, Liverpool
We old fans are one and the same
We all think our team is just wonderful
The best ever seen in the game

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 We think that today’s Prima Donnas
From Real or Inter Milan
Are no match for the seventies Gunners
Or the Blackpool once graced by Sir Stan

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 And you know, there is something missing
The heart, the soul of the crowd
With a wee drop of booze, we would chant
Win or lose
And the chanting was heartfelt and loud

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 We revere the old guys, you will gather
Like Cloughie, Shankly, or Stein
Who were loved by the fans, like a father
In seasons both fruitful and lean

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 If we’re honest, I think there are still one or two
That we’re not all that keen to beat
When they walk away sad we don’t feel really bad
But we don’t jump right out of our seat

7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 We still want our team to get to the top
Yes, of course we still want to win
But if someone is going to get the chop
We hope it’s not, well, Harry or Jim

8 Leave a comment on verse 8 0 ‘Cos these are like two from that long ago day
When players were not millionaires
When footballers earned not much more than our pay
And shared all our worries and cares

9 Leave a comment on verse 9 0 But whether we watch a team wildly rich
Or struggling each week to stay up
We want to see effort out there on the pitch
And we’ll shout like we’re up for the cup.



Crispin and his shed made me smile

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/old-fans/