Oh how the mighty live
With their touchlines painted bright white
Hot and cold showers
Floodlights that let team train at night.
Cosy dug-outs with a telly in
To replay the action at once
Padded soft seats for the substitutes
To warm up their under worked rumps.
Hold fire! Whats that on the telly?
The manager and subs have to stand
I can’t see the touchline, rains washed it away
And the goalmouth’s been covered in sand.
Running tracks turned to a quagmire
Linesman is glued to his spot
With no chance what so ever of calling it right
As he can’t see the ball through the fog.
Both dug outs submerged in rain water
That’s tipped down the whole of the match
Yet the managers, subs and their sodden supporters
Are still giving it up for the chaps.
One end looks out to a local park
Where the touchlines can clearly be seen
MOTD should have let them play there
At last look that park pitch was green.
Wellington boots were the dress for the day
To help keep the plates warm and dry
Rumour has it that the flush Mansfield faithfull
Had helped with the goalkeepers pay?
Next time we’re sat in our chic plastic seats
With them hoi poloi fans in their suits
Remember real fans from the likes of Harrogate Railway
Who follow our game….at grass roots!