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Called Off

Alan McKean

Friday, December 30th, 2005

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 What used to happen in days long ago,
In the time before under pitch heating,
When just to keep warm
And not stand there and moan,
Fans were jumping in stands, not in seating.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 The players would play, with the snow to their knees.
Just kick it, and then run like hell.
The fans would just cheer,
All smelling of beer,
And sometimes the Gaffer as well.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 These days the game’s changed, as big businesses want
Not players, but only investments.
Temperatures at zero
And a few flakes of snow,
Cancellation gives protection contentment.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 The fans travel far for these wintry night games,
Time off work, holidays, ‘s all the same
They just don’t want to know
About rain, frost or snow
They just go for one reason; The Game.

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 The days have long gone, when they played come what may
The game is now changed beyond measure.
It is no longer played
For the loyal fan brigade,
It’s no longer “A National Treasure”

© Alan McKean December 2005

Source: https://footballpoets.org/poems/called-off-2/