Passing Time

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 I lived in Chorlton as a kid
near Busby’s rising stars –
we’d try to catch a glimpse of them
and bagsy their fast cars.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 One summer evening cycling home
from dad’s allotment I
saw Georgie Best in his white Jag
and shirtsleeves driving by;

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 over the hill by Chorlton Baths
he swept, not hurriedly
and quickly disappeared from view
quite unaware of me.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 I stood transfixed then looked around
for someone I could share
this moment with but I was all alone
except for birdsong in the air.


I grew up in Old Trafford but this was the first time I ever saw George Best, before ever going to see him play, which I did many times later.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/passing-time/