Real Mad-kids

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Fields of muddy yesterdays
Replay in my mind
So real but so far away
The days we’ve left behind
All we needed was a space
The rest was improvised
Stray tennis ball to score with
A squint protects the goalies eyes
We didn’t have posts, a net or white lines
Linesmans flags or referees
We just had the time of our lives
And went home with muddy knees



Those innocent times. Never had a replica shirt and only one ball between us…

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/real-mad-kids/