Rosencrown Sunday Morning

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 The changing room cars near the goal spew their load
And football’s beer worn shame
Picks its way through the glass and onto the field
Carved in joyriders moments of fame

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 They’re craicless and tactless and breathless and feckless
But focused, these big bellied beercan balancers
And by the wrecks that are burned out star drinkers who turn out
For Rosencrown must kick the dancers

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Because Rosencrown full backs honour rules that they know
So the old order never will wither
Man can come past, or ball can come past
But Respect says never together



You just know what to expect from some (certainly not all) Sunday League venues and teams, and I wanted to write about that. I also wanted to include something that I think Jack Charlton said about why he liked playing behind Nobby Stiles – Jack always knew that the man might come past, or the ball might come past, but they never came past Nobby at the same time.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/rosencrown-sunday-morning/