The Centre Circle of Life

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Arsenal was my team when I was young,
The red and white shirts, the sight of the gun,
I stayed up late to watch them one night,
As on penalties they lost the Cup Winners fight.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 The Early 80’s were times of little glee,
Except my first visit up to Highbury,
Then glory at last, the George Graham years
And I’m now old enough to buy my mates beers

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Onto the 90s now it’s Premier League I cry,
Although I can only afford to watch it on Sky,
Years in the wilderness, no match day grub,
Just a view of someone’s head as I watch in the pub.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 Then out of my coma I awake one morning,
To the sound of Leyton Orient calling,
It might not be pretty; it might not be top draw,
Yet it’s real, and it’s raw and we all know the score.

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 Now I take my boy, so he can see it up near,
A real match day build up, the smell of the beer,
You can hear the fans, as the striker makes a run,
But better than that this is Orient my son.


Dedicated to my son Jack Yates.
Editors Note:
A warm welcome Kevin (and Jack!). Great poem and your feelings on being reduced to pubs and Sky and the attraction of the real teams and so-called ‘lower clubs’ are much echoed here. Keep on .More please.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/the-centre-circle-of-life/