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Touchline dads

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 A winter’s day, a darkening sky. Warned

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 by the ref midway through the first half

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 for over-enthusiastic touchline coaching:

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 I don’t know what you’re on, but I want some of it.

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 Those games meant more to us dads than the boys.

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 We poured our hearts and souls into them.

7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 My lad didn’t score that day, but he put quite

8 Leave a comment on verse 8 0 a few away. That feeling when your boy heads

9 Leave a comment on verse 9 0 a last-minute winner. You’re walking on air.

10 Leave a comment on verse 10 0 Back to this game. We beat our fierce rivals,

11 Leave a comment on verse 11 0 but that wasn’t the half of it. An ambulance

12 Leave a comment on verse 12 0 drove on to the pitch in the second to take

13 Leave a comment on verse 13 0 our striker to hospital. No bones broken,

14 Leave a comment on verse 14 0 thank goodness. Perfectly good goal

15 Leave a comment on verse 15 0 of ours got flagged offside by one of theirs.

16 Leave a comment on verse 16 0 Thought no more about it, until the final whistle.

17 Leave a comment on verse 17 0 As the sun went down he and our centre back’s

18 Leave a comment on verse 18 0 dad were in a ball on the centre circle,

19 Leave a comment on verse 19 0 fists flying. Ok, our lads were embarrassed.

20 Leave a comment on verse 20 0 But what a match! The pride and the passion.

21 Leave a comment on verse 21 0 That’s what I call a proper local derby.

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Notes

It would be wrong to identify the teams in this poem. But the match took place at a public space called Addlestone Moor

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