Give Me Back My Game

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 What happens, when the bubble bursts ?
When the cash dries up and the foriegn
Investors disappear. When TV takes up
Something else and the lifeline expires…
When the French and the Spanish and the
South Americans find their passports and
The airport departure desks; Perhaps we
Will get uor game back – terraces; Kick offs
At Three O’Clock featuring twenty two Brits.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Travel back in time; Scottish hard men in
Midfield, injury-prone wingers – a big man
Up front. Only men in team kit were seen on
The pitch – referees with common sense, a
Few records over the PA system to keep us
Amused. Yes, we had the hoolies, but they’re
Still around today – let’s not deceive ourselves.
But above everything else, you were part of it.
Active participants, not passive consumers.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Will those days return, or has it gone too far ?
They won’t bring back standing – they won’t
Restrict overseas signings, even in youth teams
At certain clubs. They won’t scrutinise new club
Owners – they won’t de-rail the gravy train of
Greed and self-interest. And – worst of all – we
Go along with it; the cost of tickets, the replica
Shirts, the channel subscriptions, the whole
Business – victims of our own in-bred loyalty.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 So bring back the days when football was
Just football; when celebs weren’t falling over
Themselves to endorse their fave team. When
Local men controlled the purse strings, and
Nobody pretended the fans were important.
But we enjoyed it so much, simple delights to
Brighten up winter Saturdays; Pass, cross,
Header, goal…or save, then corner and goal.
Little did we know, how little did we konw…


Source: https://footballpoets.org/poems/give-me-back-my-game/