For Jamie Carragher and Ten Gallant Redmen.

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 As the whistle blows to end the game
And you’re gutted, parrot sick
After playing extra time in torrential rain
On a quagmire of a pitch.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 As the few remaining die hards
Sing out loud, though sopping wet
You hold them in such high regard
That you’ll always be, forever in their debt

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Trudging down to an almost empty end
Arms aloft, you applaud damp travelling fans
You might have won, but a nailed on pen
Was called/crossed off , on a dubious change of hands.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 That’s for the morrows headlines
And cannot ever be put right
In the mean time you’re on the wrong side of that fine line
Called defeat, on a rainswept London night.

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 Walking up to the other captian
Shaking hands, you wish him well
As the home fans continue chanting
You’re beaten, soaking and far from home
And that must be….the worst feeling in the World?

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 Then a microphone’s stuck in yer face
“Got a few words for the armchair punters?”
“Yeah I’m extremely proud of me team-mates
For giving it their all, but tonight, luck was just against us”.

7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 “I hope that Chelsea go on and win the cup
That’s all I’ve got to say”
And with that a disappionted Redman, head held proudly up
Turns away from the camera’s and with his dignity intact
Slowly walks away.



This poem is dedicated to Jamie Carragher and his L’pool team-mates after a mind blowing game at The Bridge, on Wednesday night, was followed by true geniune sincerety and great sportsmanship by most L’pool fans interviewed after the match, around the ground and from pubs on Merseyside, shown on the telly, toward the winning Chelsea team.

Jamie Carragher gets a mention at the lead of the poem for his blinding defensive performance over the two legs and going up to John Terry and having the great dignity, even in what must have been, for him, a time of bitter defeat, to wish him well.

How do you give an interview like Carragher did, praising the valiant efforts of his beaten but far from disgraced team-mates as well as congratulating the victors, when you’ve just given you’re all in a match such as that, and you’re gutted?

Interview’s like that are surely the kind of stuff we need more of, in this great game of ours?



Source: https://footballpoets.org/poems/for-jamie-carragher-and-ten-gallant-redmen/