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On the playing fields of England.

John Oliver

Tuesday, March 6th, 2007

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Remember when we used to change
In the back of a Triumph Herald
A lovely little motor car
Owned by our goalie Gerald.
In the boot he kept the corner flags
The team kit and his boots
Our Sunday morning ritual
Football, and It’s grass roots.
We could never use the dressing rooms
They were always out of order
Windows smashed, Showers wrecked
Thanks to vandals and disorder.
All those bleak mid winter mornings
With the weather pretty grim
A large pond surrounds the centre spot
Where the local seagulls swim.
Then the ref would abandon the game
But still claimed his full match fee
Said he could not continue
As his whistle had lost It’s pea.
So Gerald would take the nets back down
And I would collect the weekly subs
Twenty teams were in our league
And all of them were pubs.
Fond memories of our playing days
A good team were me and Gerald
Now both of us are past our best
Just like his Triumph Herald.

© John Oliver March 07

Notes

On our local council playing fields there were
32 pitches and only 12 dressing rooms which more often
than not were out of use hence the struggle to get changed
in the back of cars and works vans. Happy days indeed.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/on-the-playing-fields-of-england/