Football Poets

Stuck In The Middle With Youse.

¶ 1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 There were hips-flasks in abundance
Along a freezing Fulham Road
Ensuing the innards of West Londoners
Were well protected from the cold?

¶ 2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Now things are looking good again
Us die-hard’s have enthused?
We’re back to being predictably un-predicable
Which in it-self, is one exciting point of view.

¶ 3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 So when I took my seat that Saturday
It seemed an age since I’d seen us play
“Hello Pat (Er my name is Kev) have you been away?”
Said the bloke what sits in front of me, who still forgets my name.
(After, I don’t know how many home games?)

¶ 4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 The seat next to me was empty
Until this young fella appeared – just before the start
and without a single dickie bird to me?*
He sat down and kept real quiet.

¶ 5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 Everton scored and he slyly clenched his fist
and kept looking straight ahead
When they scored again he was in a state of bliss
He was really struggling to contain.

¶ 6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 We scored and although two-one down
The initiative was ours
I glanced as this bloke, encased within a wall of sound
Sat alone, looking right left out.

¶ 7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 At two each he was really angry
Three points had seemingly slipped away
Putting his head down in to his hands
In a kind of way accepting (as we fans do) today was not his day.

¶ 8 Leave a comment on verse 8 0 So I put my arm around him
Gave him a sweet to suck and laughed
He shook my hand and then with a grin
Said, “Thanks A Lot” focusing back on the second half.

¶ 9 Leave a comment on verse 9 0 When Everton stuck a late one in our net
He sheepishly hid a smile
As the air turned blue midst a hue of “Bleating heck’s”
(I think that’s what we were saying) you could have heard for miles.

¶ 10 Leave a comment on verse 10 0 In the drama of seven minutes injury time
I was confident we’d score
So we all stood up, except this new found mate of mine
Who just like me, had probably seen it all before.

¶ 11 Leave a comment on verse 11 0 We equalized in the final minute
So that was it three each
As my new found mate said when he shook my mitt,
“A great game for the neutral” through dourly gritted teeth.

¶ 12 Leave a comment on verse 12 0 The final whistle went and we stood up
To applaud the players off, with a huge sigh of relief
We parted company as fans do, and as I ran to catch the bus
It suddenly dawned on me. I’d given that Evertonian…
The last one of my sweets.

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