In The Good Old Days.

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Catch a bus from yer work
Traffic jams, went berserk
There’s a chance, you could miss tonight’s classic

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Big k.o’s, running late
Swift warm tea with yer mate
Yet more angst, from some mag selling fascist.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Sling yer hook, on yer bike
We won’t buy, we don’t like
And we’re all getting tarred with the same brush.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 Cos we went to the match
We were tainted by the hacks
As an evil lower class form that was cancerous.

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 Buy a programme, hear that din
Get move on, let’s go in
There’s an aura hanging over the stadium

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 We have come to take part
In our game, that is art
Feel yer pulse race to meet total mayhem.

7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 A fast walk to the ground
Familiar now to the sound
Rolling along lamplit streets.

8 Leave a comment on verse 8 0 Whilst in choc-a-bloc pubs
Concealed gangs of thugs
Plan an end of match tear-up with the police.

9 Leave a comment on verse 9 0 Did they scare us away?
Not a bit, anyway
We’d only come to be there for the game.

10 Leave a comment on verse 10 0 And the thugs? Dissappeard
And have done for some years
Like the terraces, when we stood in our stadiums!



I’m in total agreement with a previous writer. That period of time between 1970 -1985’ish was, for the game here in England, a very scary time to be a fan who just went to “The Football” to see a match.

I’m probably no different from anyone else who has seen some of the horrors with their own eyes that were a common sight at some stadiums, at least they were, in games mates and meself, as real fans went to watch here in London.



Source: https://footballpoets.org/poems/in-the-good-old-days/