Days of old

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 THE DAYS OF OLD

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 I remember the days of old when Burnden was alive,
I remember going to Scunthorpe that was a bloody dive,
I remember going to all away games the times were bloody great,
I remember going to Millwall running the gauntlet of hate.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 I used to be a hooligan throwing bricks and bog rolls,
I used to a singer with the rest behind the goals,
I used to be a target for the other fans to pick,
I used to be a hero when I hit them with a brick.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 I now am oh so mellow in my now maturing days,
I now am very different in now so many ways,
I now am very quiet but there’s a thing I can’t abide,
I now am very angry when someone slogs our side.

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 I like a bit of humor I like a bloody good laugh,
I like some of these postings but not when they are naff,
I like the decent supporters from several other sites
I like the funny banter and the taunts that they incite.

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 Denn


Remembering my youth days when segregation at soccer games was unheard of. Then leading up to the present where postings on web boards get beyond toleration.

Source: https://footballpoets.org/poems/days-of-old/