The Seventies, And Today

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 We talk of boots with studs
Balls with bladders
How lumps of mud outnumbered blades of grass
Shoot magazines Football League ladders

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 When players were just a number
No names or sponsors on their shirts
We talk of hearty Home Internationals
When World Cup memories involved no hurt

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Albums full of football stickers
No-one managed to collect them all
If you were really lucky
You could field a team of Alan Balls

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 There weren’t as many football bets
Though everyone would do the pools
Watching at five to five their TV sets
Dreams of cashmere not kagoules

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 Now the Twelve Days of Christmas
Has turned into twelve games (it seems)
Leaving little time for festive cheer
Or New Year plans and schemes

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 I even heard it muted for games on Christmas Day
For that I really have my doubts
Christmas Day is the final bastion
A day for Paxo, gifts and sprouts

7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 For me, the festive fixtures are spread too thin
Leaving matches here and there too flat
Diluted, deflated, no atmosphere
Like drinking warm beer in a torn party hat

8 Leave a comment on verse 8 0 I feel like a dinosaur, a real old Terradactyl
“Footballs not like it used to be”
I’m just a moaning old minnie I know
But I yearn for football before Sky TV


Norwich City didn’t have a Boxing Day game this year due to the demands of television. Last years had to be postponed because of the weather. Yes I’m still grumpy about it.

However, Norwich took three points against QPR yesterday and we’re ninth in the Prem. That’s even better than having a tub of cheese footballs and a large bar of Cadburys Whole Nut in your stocking – hurrah!

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/the-seventies-and-today/