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Direct Hit, Calderstones Park, 1967

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 In the Quarry Bank lunch hour, I play footie
with Andy, Garth, and Billy Lynch.
We lay our blazers down for goalposts
on the grass near Calderstones mansion.
A mongrel runs up, pauses, and pees
on a blazer. Everyone but Andy laughs.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Christopher T. George

Notes

This is one of several footie-related poems I am adapting from my 1976 chapbook, “Toxteth,” which comprises a long biographical poem about my younger days in Liverpool. I turn age 57 tomorrow (January 10, 2005). Wow, this is history.

Source: https://footballpoets.org/poems/direct-hit-calderstones-park-1967/