The F.A.Cup

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 ” it’s not like it used to be
not since I was a lad
the grounds got packed
now they don’t and that’s sad.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 We’d all gather around the radio
hoping that we’d get a home draw
back then it was a big thing
now it’s on the telly what a bore.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 The big clubs now don’t seem bothered
they turn out a weakened side
but in the sixties and seventies
players played with passion and pride.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 The minnows versus the big fish
playing on pitches with a slope
while the underdogs got stuck in
the big boys struggled to cope.

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 Children running onto a muddy pitch
when the final whistle was blown
the days of the giant killers
before Sky T.V.and the mobile phone.

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 So let the Premier teams take it lightly
while the rest give it their all
and though it’s not like it used to be
it’s still a big part of English football. “



The Cup was once the biggest competition in the football season, clubs from every division wanted to progress but those days look like they’re almost gone now.

But I look back with fondness at the excitement and anticipation of the draw being made on the radio as you didn’t have a clue as to who you were going to be drawn against, but now it’s been ruined on T.V. as numbers and teams are all over the screen !

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/the-f-a-cup/