Sitting On The Touchline.

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 When the orchestra’s conductor,waved his magic wand
The audience responded with the sound of stirring songs
Would this be at the Albert Hall or the Royal Opera House?
No, twas at Stamford Bridge as the two teams came bounding out

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Boxing Day cold and gray the Reds of Liverpool
Against the Blues of Chelsea, a bet? Don’t be a fool
The match was close as we near froze that day in late December
The biggest crowd I’ve ever seen is all that I remember

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 The gates were shut and we were stuck amidst the heaving mass
A steward with a megaphone said ‘come out quickly now me lads’
They’d let too many punters in the ground was fit to burst
Little fellas like me and me mates began to fear the worst

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 We made our way outside the ground to the office’s of the club
If we’d have been any older, we’d have gone and sat in the pub
They gave us all these vouchers, tis funny now looking back
Then they went and let us all walk around the greyhound track

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 The crowd all cheered as we all veered toward the muddy pitch
The game was still in progress, despite those earlier scary bits
What’ll happens now? Then its, Wow, we are really near
As the dug outs and the managers all suddenly appear

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 ‘Sit here boys its much safer, for you to see the game’
So sat there on the touchline we stayed till full time came
I’ve never been so close to those who dribbled in me dreams
I heard the words of idols who wore colours of me team

7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 The rush of being just…so close to all that I adored
Was something that gave me goosebumps
Each time those packed in roared

8 Leave a comment on verse 8 0 I cant tell you how many fans were there
I cant tell you the final score
It was just so captivating
That I just sat there wanting more

9 Leave a comment on verse 9 0 A day that had begun so cold and gray
Had finished warm and bright
We’d the best seats in the house that day
We’d the best memories that night



The date of this game escapes me, but Ian St John, Roger Hunt, Alf Arrowsmith? and Tommy (the flying pig) Lawrence were playing for Liverpool, so I think Bill Shankly must have been in charge.

If it helps I have the feeling that it was a very high scoring draw, we missed a bit of the game having had to go out and get our vouchers to get back in a gain. So we missed a few goals as well.

Very, very scary till we got moved to the safer surroundings of the touchline and within touching distance of our idols, very sort of surreal feeling of being there and almost being able to hear every word being said by both teams. Some of it very uncomplementary!



Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/sitting-on-the-touchline/