The Match On TV

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 I watch most of my football on TV these days
And I know that it’s not quite the same,
But at least I can hear what Andy Gray says
And I get a close-up of the game.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Sometimes I miss being part of the crowd,
Cheering or jeering the passes,
Joining in chanting, or shouting out loud,
That the ref is in need of new glasses.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 I still often shout till my voice is quite hoarse,
From when the match starts till it’s finished.
I know that the screen cannot hear me of course
But my passion remains undiminished.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 A half-time cup of tea, newspaper on knee,
May not be to everyone’s taste.
But whiskey and beer send me flat on my ear,
So I think you’ll agree it’s a waste.

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 So today at half-one, I won’t need to go far,
For pleasure without too much strife,
And if Arsenal win, I’ll be sat on the sofa
Just having the time of my life.



Pre-match nerves, Sunday 14th December.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/the-match-on-tv/