Theatre Of Dreams

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Theatre of dreams or so it’s named
Was to house a classic game
It was the Fa cup third round
At Man u’s old Trafford ground
A Yorkshire team top of league one
Fancied by hardly anyone
Except it’s fanatical loyal fans
The greatest supporters in the land
And who was the team that Leeds met?
The Premiership champions elect
But in every statistic and every match fact
Showed the two teams were evenly matched
nine thousand sensed a victory
with millions watching on TV.
Every tackle and every save
That keeper Casperr ankergram made
They cheered the brave eleven in white
Chanting and shouting with delight.
Then Howson launched a searching pass
Directed with Premiership class
And to a man fans rose to look
The pass bought down by Beckford’s foot
His touch was poor,seemed far too much
But then with just the deftest touch
By LUFC’s number nine
The ball crawled slokley over the line.
Those Yorkshire whites rose to acclaim
And sang out Jermaine Beckfords name
The scoreboard informed everyone
Man u 0. Leeds United 1
And even Five minutes Of Fergie time
And Crowe clearing off the line
Couldn’t take away the ecstasy
Of that famous victory
For every season filled with pain
When others ridiculed our name
In that instant were washed away
Because of the score upon that day .
And did we doubt them …never
We were always Marching on Together



After Leeds United Epic cup win against Man United 2010

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/theatre-of-dreams-2/