He’s A Long Way From Brunton Park!

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 An evening soiree in Moscow
A new bride in tow
He sought out a bar and the match
Near Red Square in the cold
They searched high and low
For sight of the England v Germany clash.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 He was dead keen to see
If the old foe could be beat
Or were his dreams of a victory silly?
As it recently appeared
A defence consisting of Gruyere
Melted in a fondue with Chile.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 He was drawing a blank
Like the England attack
Until he came to this bar with a telly
So ordering a couple of drinks
For his new spouse and him
He sat back and felt the grain warm his belly.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 A few more vodka tops
He looked up at the clock
Fearing the match might be missed
Though bar’s screen showed a game
It weren’t that which he craved
Though it did make feel somewhat homesick.

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 As he nursed his cold vodka
He realised he’d forgotten
His Hertsmere home, and his local teams fate
You see the live pictures that night
Were not of the England team’s plight
But that of `The Wood` in their F.A Cup replay!



My son’s mate, passing through Russia, on honeymoon with his new bride decides to take a look see if the England game is going to be televised locally.

Finding that a no-no, he does however sit back in a Moscow bar and become a tad homesick watching Boreham Wood (his local team) almost causing an upset in a televised live F.A Cup replay up at Carlisle!

What a commentary that must have been?

Some blokes really do know how to show a girl a good time, and are such romantics are they……Not?

Carefree….braised in Celery.

Go well, be lucky and keep smiling.



Source: https://footballpoets.org/poems/hes-a-long-way-from-brunton-park/