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non humphries

Wednesday, July 16th, 2008

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 It hit me as I faced the shots,
on concrete from two yards out,
It hit me as I hit the ground,
that it was typical really,
of the FA’s hate for us keepers.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Like when they made the offside rule,
and instantly more goals were scored,
and stopped us coming off our line for penalties,
at one point you couldn’t even move your feet in a shootout,
Yeah, they like to make things difficult.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 It hit me as I kept “goal” which was the garage door,
that in a years time I might be guarding,
three garage doors from one yard out,
with one hand tied behind my back.
Blindfolded.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 Or in ten years time I may be,
guarding all the garage doors,
with only the use of my awful right foot,
while facing the wrong way,
blindfolded just in case,
the shots coming from half a yard out,
while someone sits on my shoulders.

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 There was a time, before my time,
when a keepers life was sweet,
you could score at the other end with your hand,
and save a penalty from the edge of the area,
it must have been easy.

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 But at the same time there were hazards,
they could charge you when you didn’t have the ball,
or else bundle you into the net once you’d caught it –
and that would count as a goal.
Second thoughts, maybe these days aren’t so bad.

Notes

Not a poem as much as a chain of thought, thought up while I should have been concentrating on self-preservation!

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/untitled-2/