When They Rattle That Bag On The Telly.

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 When they rattle that bag on the telly
So the numbers get truly mixed up
Watch the stoutest of legs turn to jelly
Awaiting the “Draw For The Cup”.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Discreet radios hidden in schoolyards
Tinnily whispering the state of our luck
Every match printed later on paper placards
In bold type roared out “Draw For The Cup”.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Mid day editions were full of it
White Horse Final, Stanley Matthews type stuff
Our dreams gaining clarity free from the mist
Nearing Wembley, via the “Draw For The Cup”.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 Are we: going up North, or the Midlands
Is our paper round money enough
For a cheap day return and a ticket to stand
Now we know of the “Draw For The Cup”.

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 Our fate in the hands of retired pros
History made with every spherical plucked
Reading each number slowly so everyone knows
Who we’ll meet in the “Draw For The Cup”?

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 “Abide With Me”, a day out at Wembley
Beautiful thoughts that our minds conjure up
“Ten Men Went To Mow”, a final (sic) rendition of “Celery”
Belted out loud, all inspired by the “Draw For The Cup!”



It’s so long since I’ve seen a live FA Cup draw on the telly, what with the radio, tinternet, etc, etc, some of the above poem could be slightly dated, buy hey so what?

This is how I remember it as a kid growing up in West London, and the wonderful excitement that the FA Cup draw held for all of us die hard fans whose clubs were still in with a shout of a blinding day out at the end of a cup run.

Mid day on the Monday after the ties were completed was the day of the live FA Cup draw on the telly, in those days, as I recall.

Carefree…….we’re off to Battersea.

Go well and be lucky.



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