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Wembley

Alex Saynor

Saturday, December 17th, 2022

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Wembley you’ve been livin’ hell to me
with your Hanger Lane gyratory
traffic for no reason, regardless of the season,
and the IKEA cafe’s run out of lingonberry.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Wembley, I hate every inch of you.
Your corporate hell scars me through and through.
And I’ll walk from your famous arch a sad, dejected man;
every Reading fan can’t fail to understand.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Wembley, what good do you think you do?
Do you really think we’ll stay up when we’re through?
Even if we lift a trophy high, with ticker tape in the sky,
we’re bottom at Christmas – we bothered, I don’t know why.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 Wembley, may you rot and burn in hell
with your soulless money-pit bars and shops as well.
We remember your classic Way, goal stanchions and towers
while we queue for chain store food for hours and hours.

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 Wembley, you’ve been living hell to me.
I’m not a Wigan fan – never won a major trophy.
And 1966, I just can’t get into it.
Wembley, you are complete and utter
parodies of the past, the bland and rich.

Notes

Based on ‘San Quentin’ by Johnny Cash.

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