Sweet Dreams of Days in May.

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Been to Walsall, Barnsley, Grimsby Town
Huddersfield and Carlisle
Had me right fair share of ups and down
I fondly look back at and smile.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 When it’s you stood against the elements
On them proverbial Wednesday draws
There’s scant sign you’ve any intelligence
If you had, you’d have stayed indoors.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Quagmire pitches, basic stands
Cold hot pies and tepid tea
T’was like some sojourn to a foreign land
For West London mates and me.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 Gay Meadow, one fine Saturday
Three down, and hung out to dry
Yet we clapped and sung our songs in ways
Brought a tear to the driest eye.

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 “Them Londoners need to get a grip”
As we cheered and sang in hope
Have Shrews who couldn’t quite believe it
Ever seen such raw emotion?

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 Wrexham, Oldham, Coventry,
Southampton, Blackburn Rovers
Players willingly
Giving it everything they had, and our clubs life almost over.

7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 More comebacks made than Lazarus
Once behind we would get in gear
Yet those nights when sheer courage dazzled us
Will remain in our hearts for years.

8 Leave a comment on verse 8 0 Last minute winners, fluke own goals
Anything would do
Who cares when you’re numb from the rain and cold?
As long as the flukes for you.

9 Leave a comment on verse 9 0 Up North for thrilling match days
To the Midlands or North East
We’d travel on these mad crusades
For our fix of a wishful ninety minutes.

10 Leave a comment on verse 10 0 Those “We’ve no chance” cup runs top the lot
Especially if it’s your day
On train back to The Smoke you’d be dreaming of
An FA Cup Final come May!

11 Leave a comment on verse 11 0 From the news it seems we’ve a makeshift defender
A fifty million quid Spanish boy
From the days of this poem I can fondly remember
A ferocious committed colossus by the name of Micky Droy!


The recent FA Cup draw reminded me of these great days on the road.
At Gay Meadow, Shrewsbury on the day I’m talking about in the poem. We were on the verge of going down to the old third division and out of business both at the same time. Until Ken Bates saved us and the day at the last minute. How times have changed. For the good? I’m not too sure.

Go well and be lucky.




Editor’s note:

Kev’s reference to a ‘£50m makeshift defender’ is drawn from Rafa Benitez’s latest backing for the perpetually misfiring Fernando Torres, when he said that Torres “has been good at defending corners”!!!

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/sweet-dreams-of-days-in-may/