Cold light of day.

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 We are used to the cold
In the far North East
If the match is cancelled
We go out on the piste.
Or a spot of ice skating
Out on the Tyne
Roast chestnuts washed down
With strong ginger wine.
Half naked fans behind the goals
In the land what produced
The nation’s coals
Lads and lassies all hardy souls.
Now Joe Kinnear and Denis Wise
Can spot the lads who ate all the pies
Black n white shirts tied round their waist
Like Christmas turkeys ready to baste
But our premiership future
We rely upon, the shirts may be off
But the heat is still on.



Just a little reply to the smashing poem by Kevin Raymond
‘For those who lost their shirts’ It’s Arctic conditions up on level 7 at St James’ Park Kev.

I was once standing on the gallowgate end in the 60s watching a game being played in a monsoon when this old man next to me removed his cloth cap and put it in his pocket. When I asked him why he replied ‘ I’m not sitting watching tele the neet with a wet cap on’.

Source: https://footballpoets.org/poems/cold-light-of-day/