1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Like a drug requiring weaning off,
Poignant tune what’s stuck in your head
Or that omnipresent long lost love
Your heart and soul won’t let you forget.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 It’s emotive to the point that reams
Get printed on its allure
Then all of a sudden shattered dreams
Deem you question your l’amour.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Anyway I’m weaning
Me-self from attending games
The economic squeeze meant realistically
I can’t afford them no more, it’s a shame.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 I’ve made a list of things to do
Of a Saturday around three-o-clock
It’s the weirdest feeling I’m telling you
Having time on your hands… a lot.

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 I actually spent too much time moaning
A common fault, we have here in sport
So I’m leaving the ranks, of punters groaning,
Without looking back, toward The Stadium door.

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 We called an important family meeting
“The cost of my tickets out of my league”
“Dad although we get the gist behind your reasoning,
We need to focus on where this could lead?”

7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 Our two kids found a solution that’s workable
“We’ll split the cost three ways with you dad”
So rather than stuck in-doors, going cold turkey
Approaching season ain’t looking too bad!


Wonderful. I can, thanks to our kids, afford to go to a third of our home games at least. A committed (and some of us should be) die hard can’t possibly be expected to give it up just like that, in one go can she / he?

Well who knows what the next year might bring? Match ticket prices coming right down, across the board?

Kev (I can hear you all say in unison) you should be committed on that dream alone, deffo!




Source: https://footballpoets.org/poems/its-2/