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The Last Game of the Season

Peter Goulding

Monday, August 11th, 2003

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 In Switzerland
Emotion’s banned
From Neuchatel to Grisons.
But one thing makes the Herrs stand up –
The last game of the season.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 In Longford Town
Grown men break down
For no apparent reason
They’re crying in their wellies at
The last game of the season.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 In Kentish town
They love the Crown,
And not to, would be treason.
But Liz cannot compete against
The last game of the season.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 Les femmes caressent
La vieille tristesse,
Les hommes departent la maison,
Et on devient malade après
Le dernier jeu du saison.

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 Reserve for grief
Your handkerchief.
Do not use it to sneeze on.
Reddened eyes are common at
The last game of the season.

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 My tears have wet
The old cassette
I played the Three Degrees on.
But precious moments vanish at
The last game of the season.

7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 Celebrities
Down on their knees
The tabloids print their sleaze on,
They’re only on page four, due to
The last game of the season.

8 Leave a comment on verse 8 0 The Tolka roar
When Shelbourne score,
The seats I bang my knees on-
With fondness now I view them at
The last game of the season.

9 Leave a comment on verse 9 0 And so today
We’re playing Bray,
And down the road we’ll ease on.
Spectators will flood in, for it’s
The last game of the season.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/the-last-game-of-the-season/