I Can’t Stand Much More

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 When there was terracing
There were people in hats with hands in pockets
Wrapped up in the game, wrapped up in scarves
Football mattered: all embracing

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Now clubs worry only about the score
Of pies and pints to be sunk
Fans surrounded by club merchandise
Programmes and bags strew the floor

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 How can we return to standing room only
When even an elbow nudges anger
How would an eight year old eat his hotdog
Without ketchup stains sparking mass moaning

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 The fuss that is made present day
If there’s a stranger sat in ‘your’ seat
He’s made a mistake, he’s in the wrong row
You soon have him up on his feet

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 There is little tolerance for others
No respect, no ‘live and let live’
Greed rules our world and our game
Until something, or someone, has to give



This was sparked by talk of the possibility of bringing some standing room back to Carrow Road. Another futile attempt to get things back to how they used to be. Everything has changed, we’ve all changed, and I know we (I!) go on about football in the good old days but there was genuine ‘goodness’ about them and at least they were ours.

Sorry to be a negative sounding moaning minnie but that’s compulsory round these here parts – supporting Norwich City is not a choice, it’s a genetic defect.

Source: https://footballpoets.org/poems/i-cant-stand-much-more/