Playing Our Game On A Higher Plain!

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 We played our game high in the heavens
If the ball took a lump we were stumped
We were five on each side, not eleven
And our ref? Was a no nonsense nun!

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 You’d to be weary of a tear up, with them sisters
Watching frantic wild games like a hawk
Manys the time we had blisters
Via a caning from those hands of the Lord.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Our poor folks, never had much dinero
So a school football kit woz a dream
Our expections had hovered near zero
Till the nuns scrounged, ten shirts for our team.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 One’s monicker on the school notice board
Guaranteed fame for the oncoming week
You were walking on air, elavated by football
Raised up in yer classmates esteem.

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 I’ll always remember that day we set off to play
On a coach trip to Battersea Park
Our convent had never sent a team out before
We were thrilled to the core with excitement.

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 Did we win? At a canter, quite easily
That first game we played, we scored four
To be honest our goals crept in eerily
As if the nuns got in touch with Our Lord.

7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 Fair plays what the sisters instilled in us
And getting beat or to draw ain’t no sin
But if them nuns had a nice few quid laid out on us
By God they expected to win!



Some of this poem, is a bit tongue in cheek. Where I went to convent primary school in Victoria, London. Us infants had a tiny playground on the roof of our school, so if some eight year old pseudo Charlie Hurley lumped the ball up in the air, it went up over the railings, that kept us safe and sound, and was lost forever.

The nuns (bless them) did manage to get hold of a set of blue shirts
(with no questions asked) for the first ever team, that our school had ever sent out to play against other schools in our locale, that awesome premature air of excitement, buzzing about the convent, building up to that opening match was tremendous, having your name printed on that first ever team sheet (I was the goalie) hanging on the school notice board for everyone to see was just….indescribable and still gives me a rush, even now, some forty odd years later.

A priceless memory of a never to be forgotten time.



Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/playing-our-game-on-a-higher-plain/