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REMINISCENCES

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 I’m here to reminisce today,of times that have gone by,
when goal-keepers could catch the ball and wingers they could fly.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 I think back to the year of nineteen-seventy,
and to my mind comes vixions of Sir Alf and Bertie Mee.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 So I sit back now and wonder and start to reminiisce
and I start to make a note of all the things I miss.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 I miss Law, Best and Charlton, the holy trinity,
and up the road at City, Lee, Bell and Summerbee.

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 I miss the school of Science, Harvey,Kendall, Ball.
and the Liverpool intelligentia,Heighway and Brian Hall.

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 Their was some real hard cases, unlike nowadays,
the likes of Stiles and Storey would terrify the Krays.

7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 The players today are fitter and run around much faster,
but they’re pumped up full of nutrients and force fed lousy pasta.

8 Leave a comment on verse 8 0 The modern players love— to show their abs off when they score,
and find the nearest puddle and slide along the floor.

9 Leave a comment on verse 9 0 I miss the Scottish wingers and the crosses they supplied,
you never had a chance without atleast one in your side.

10 Leave a comment on verse 10 0 I miss the terrace surge and the chanting of the crowd,
and the mighty Kop at Liverpool, where they sang ” Walk on” out loud.

11 Leave a comment on verse 11 0 Players like Greaves and Osgood they liked to drink and bet,
but when it came to Saturday, they always found the net.

12 Leave a comment on verse 12 0 So while the Nevilles and Petit are tucked up with their toys,
Mackay, Gilzean and Baxter were drinking with the boys.

13 Leave a comment on verse 13 0 Now, you win a tackle it means on your sleeve you wear your heart,
and if you use your left foot, for England you can start.

14 Leave a comment on verse 14 0 I miss the breed of manager who came up from the pit,
who could control his players and wouldn’t take no shit.

15 Leave a comment on verse 15 0 I miss the players chewing gum and spitting on the floor,
I miss the Highbury North Bank and the Roker Roar.

16 Leave a comment on verse 16 0 Our goalies were the cream,—- of the world wide ranks,
Shilton, Jennings, Stepney—-Bonnetti,Wilson,Banks.

17 Leave a comment on verse 17 0 Now they need a special coach to teach them punching ball,
and they’ve probably got a voice coach to teach them how to call.

18 Leave a comment on verse 18 0 I remember goalies rubbing mud into an ungloved palm,
at places like the Baseball ground which was like a muddy farm.

19 Leave a comment on verse 19 0 Now they dribble cockily, towards the half-way line,
but a nice Ron Davis body charge would surely change their mind.

20 Leave a comment on verse 20 0 I miss the sliding tackle on a rainy day ,
as I think of Chopper Harris and Celtic’s David Hay.

21 Leave a comment on verse 21 0 The players rarely missed a match cos they needed every coin,
no pulling up in pre match and crying “ooooh my groin.”

22 Leave a comment on verse 22 0 The team sheet for many teams was the same on each match day,
Leeds started with Sprake in goal and eleven Eddy Gray.

23 Leave a comment on verse 23 0 Arsenal had Bob Wilson and ended with Armstrong,
and you were not a cult figure cos your name was sung in song.

24 Leave a comment on verse 24 0 I miss Carlos Satori and Chelsea’s Charlie Cook,
and “Arry Cripps ” at Millwall and City’s Tony Book.

25 Leave a comment on verse 25 0 Ian Harte and Beckham, kings of the dead ball,
but with the old lace up heavy weight , what would be their toll?

26 Leave a comment on verse 26 0 No! we had no moaning Dutchmen,or money grabbing French,
and we only needed one sub to sit upon the bench.

27 Leave a comment on verse 27 0 So as I watch the likes of Bergkamp,—Anelka and Verone,
where art thou Jim Montgomery, where are you Dick Malone.

28 Leave a comment on verse 28 0 So good luck to the premier, where everyone’s a star,
but I still yearn for the seventies and the likes of Willie Carr.

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Notes

I don’t know if all the poem went through. wrote it because I ‘m fed up with the modern footballer. One minute he’s complaining about tge squad system, then that their is too many games.One player took his shirt off when he scored now they all do. One coach stood up during a game and they all followed like sheep.the latest fad seems to be the use of the word massive.Hope you recieve all 28 verses.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/reminiscences/