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After dinner speaker.

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 I’m a tired old footballer
Who is now telling tales
About lads who I played with
Who have gone off the rails
About managers I played under
Who did not have a clue
Coaches who never listened
To my point of view.
I recall many stories
Of a glittering career
All the highlights and lowlights
That the fan’s love to hear.
I enjoyed the life and have few regrets
And loved the ladies, the drink, and the bets.
Then a lad hands me a programme
That he wants me to sign
I glance at the cover is that face really mine
Happy and smiling, above me the date
First of November Ninteen Seventy Eight
The day my career came to a sad end
Severe ruptured ligaments
That never did mend.
They call it after dinner speaking
But here they serve pie and peas
And I say thanks for the memories……And my two shattered knees.

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Source: https://footballpoets.org/poems/after-dinner-speaker/