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Who’d Be A Goalie?

kevin raymond

Wednesday, December 19th, 2007

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Them blokes are meant to be me mates
Muckers, chinas, pals
Well our friendships just been blown away
From where I’m sat just now.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 A Sunday morning kick off
On a icy frozen pitch
Saw me lying in our goal mouth
Face down in dog s.it.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Me old mans cap had fallen off
Me hair was caked with mud
A bleeding nose was pumping blood
From a pretty nasty cut.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 Tights beneath me track-suit
Supposed to keep me warm
Were ruined and hardly any use at all
What would I tell me mum?

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 As the trainer helped me to my feet
Team-mates turned and looked away
When the manager said “Who’ll go in goal
And take young Kevin’s place?”

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 As they looked at my predicament
Of a bloodied nose and s.it
“Sorry boss I’d like to” came out all innocent
“But his track-suit doesn’t fit”.

7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 So I took me place between the sticks
And played on like a man
With a claret coloured hankerchief
In me muddy gloved right hand.

8 Leave a comment on verse 8 0 No-one ventured near me
That bloody nose, the smell
I’m sure I looked a weirdie
To the other team as well.

9 Leave a comment on verse 9 0 The snow came down and settled
So me vision was obscured
Of the players, ball and referee
My shouts of “keepers ball” ignored.

10 Leave a comment on verse 10 0 Now the part that breaks me heart
And caused ructions with me mates
The game was called off, stopped, postponed
For fear a players leg might break.

11 Leave a comment on verse 11 0 As me team-mates hit the dressing room
The trainer poured hot soup
“Get that down yer quick lads and soon
Back on team bus we’ll troop.”

12 Leave a comment on verse 12 0 Thirteen mugs of soup he poured
Only twelve were drunk
The talk was of great goals we’d scored
And dazzling solo runs.

13 Leave a comment on verse 13 0 “Who ain’t drunk their soup up then?”
The trainer whined and moaned
“My gawd we’ve left young Kevin
Stuck out there alone between the sticks

14 Leave a comment on verse 14 0 Unaware the games…postponed!”

15 Leave a comment on verse 15 0 So I fell out with me team-mates
Cos they left me out on a snowy pitch
With a bloody nose, freezing cold
All alone and….. stinking of dog s.it!

© Kev 2007

Notes

This latest poem is inspired by a story that I’ve read somewhere about a league game being called off and no-one thinking to tell the poor keeper! Who was left out there, all on on his tod, till they did.

The rest of it is the fruit of a very vivid imagination from playing some terrific games of football in the park with a bit of the old cockney slang thrown in!

Seasons greetings, peace and best wishes to all you writers, eds and fans of football poetry and our game where ever you may be, go well and be lucky.

peace.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/whod-be-a-goalie-2/