The Number 18 Shirt

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 I took my son to Parkhead
To show him where the Celtic played,
I placed a scarf around his neck
And a Celtic cap upon his head.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 We strolled along the Gallowgate
With the rain falling from the sky,
But the horizon shone like a summer’s day
As the sun stood high over Paradise.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 In through the turnstiles we made our way
As he saw for the first time Parkhead’s pitch,
Fans gathered in their seats and sang
Waving flags, wearing their Celtic strips.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 When Neil Lennon led the team
From the tunnel onto the field,
Celtic Park erupted with passion,
My son, he shouted and he yelled.

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 For 90 minutes he sat in his seat
Admiring the football and the atmosphere,
He sang with the crowd and booed the ref
And when Celtic scored, he jumped and cheered.

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 As we walked back home, he held my hand
And never stopped talking about the Celtic,
I asked him who was his favourite player,
He said, the player in the number 18 shirt.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/the-number-18-shirt/