At Half Time There Was Sweet Perfume.

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Muddy elbows on knees, on a wrought iron bench
Players puff on a welcoming fag
Others sup on warm tea, a stale liniment stench
Lingers over their clothes and kit bags.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 A few of those pained, mutter solace
To sore joints, been kicked black and blue
As a jovial trainer walks round with the oranges
Trying to muster belief ‘mongst’ the troops.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 As the manager checks up on the wounded
He looks to his leader of young men
Who cajoles, then consoles with words soothing,
Demanding ” Come on boys, give ’em’ more of the same”.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 Two goals to one down, they’re still in with a chance
Of a sniff of sweet victory this week
Who knows what’ll happen, come this second half
Will good fortune shine down on this team?

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 When the dressing room door gets a knuckle
Fags are stamped on by tired swollen feet
Half cups of warm tea are left stood in brown puddles
As a young team run back out…… to laugh in the face of defeat!



This poem is based on the wonderful uncertainty of it all, from those halcyon days playing football as a youngster, that I’d forgotten about.

What’ll happen this half, will we win, who’s gonna score? Two or three one down was nothing for us to worry about, it looked like good enough odds that we should be able to overcome, without too much trouble when we were young and…. seemingly invincible!

Truly wonderful days.



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