On The Way Home. (Relegation Blues)*

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Try ‘n’ absorb all the knocks, on the train journey home
To avoid Michael taking, turn off the phone
To drown out the crying, put your earphones on
Relive every moment in yer nut, where it all went wrong.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Hear Five Live tell you, your slim chance is dead
As late kick off fellow strugglers go three ahead
Send a short succinct message to some mates in a car
As a cute way of finding out, just how and where they are?

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Been up North, down South, East and West
Taken days off work, with no Sunday rest
To a North East High Noon where we sang our songs
With scant hope of survival, to come right undone.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 Our stars are not wanted now, sell every one
Deal out cards from the deck, as The Special hums*
Reality hurts as we kinda knew it would
We’re down, though it pains us. I’ve Pontoon. Good!



Modern and olden day memories are mixed up here in this poem. But no matter what times we live in. The hurt, relegation brings with it, never changes. So I really feel for anyone having a right cow-son of a downer at the moment, straight up I do. It does gets better in a few days though…trust me.

I remember it all going very wrong for us up at Ayresome Park v Boro or maybe it was at Carlisle’s Brunton Park? Not quite sure.

The Football Special was very old and basic rolling stock British Rail used to lay on for us football fans to travel in, and very basic it was!

With sincere apologies to the maestro: W.H.Auden for the obvious use of his “Funeral Blues” in the gist of the poem.

Carefree…..braised in Celery.

Stay well, be lucky and at least try to keep smiling.



Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/on-the-way-home-relegation-blues/