Glory days

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Remember Brian Glover in Kes? The teacher
imagining he’s Bobby Charlton, United v Spurs?
This bloke was something similar.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Me and my brother were drinking
at the Spanish campsite pool bar. He told us
he’d been on the books of Villa and Tranmere.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 We mentioned our boys on the five a side
pitch nearby. Puts down his drink, he’s gone,
back at the pool a few minutes later. Full kit.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 We followed him. Of course, he took over.
Berated my boy for missing a sitter.
Shouted the odds. The lads were bewildered.

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 I won’t say it all ended in tears, but there
was nearly a fist fight. Blame the sun,
maybe the booze? Some overgrown boys

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 can’t believe it’s all over. It is now.
The glory days are long gone, if they ever …
This bloke was just one of those.

Source: https://footballpoets.org/poems/glory-days-2/