Pretending To Be Greavsie

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 I dreamt I was George Best
dribbling down the wing,
beating defenders with ease
cutting inside and shooting.
I imagined I was Gordon Banks
the greatest keeper by far,
saving shot after shot
tipping Pele’s header over the bar.
I pretended to be Jimmy Greaves
with the ball at my feet,
playing over the local fields
or having a kick about in the street.
I wanted to be like Bobby Moore
as he was coolness personified,
be a World Cup winning captain
and a born leader of the side.
I longed to be a footballer
play for my beloved Sky Blues,
be part of Jimmy Hills revolution
win trophies and rarely ever lose.
I never achieved my goal
and play for my local club,
instead I support from the stands
and talk about them in the pub.
I often wonder what might have been
yet as they say what will be will be,
but am I bitter at not making it ?
lets just say it’s your loss Coventry !



I met up recently with an old schoolmate and over a few beers he said he thought I’d have been one from the school footbal teams to have made the grade. I never really pursued it to be honest instead went straight in to work.But looking back I wish I had given it a go. Still many would say playing for Coventry City shows a lack of ambition wouldn’t they ! I can say that being a fan !

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/pretending-to-be-greavsie/