It’s Here At Last….The Close Season!

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Nets are draped over the crossbar
The turf for new pitch has been laid
The white lines have faded like last seasons hopes
They’ve cancelled the victory parade

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 The rumours are spreading like wildfire
Who’s staying and who’s on their bike
The managers favourites are smug in the knowledge
Aged idols are taking a hike

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 The punters relive every moment,
On some beach as the sun burns their skin
All the hopes and the dreams that were broken
All those chances team failed to knock in

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 The mega-store’s shut and that strange little hut,
Where the burgers and pies are dispensed,
Has been covered in home fans graffiti
Telling all, the clubs chairman is bent!

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 The floodlights stand tall like four guards on patrol
Watching the ground through the break
There’s an emptiness here, we’ve not noticed this year
That reminds one, somewhat, of a wake!

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 The tunnel is quiet, the corner flags still
Neatly lined seats are all up
As your mind wanders back to that extra time thrill
When that last gasp attack won the cup

7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 The fans were a singing and cheering
As a whistle blast finished the game
Then the old songs were sung as near to tears
Die hards, found emotions they could not contain

8 Leave a comment on verse 8 0 The dressing room doors need a fresh coat of paint
The gloss has turned dull in a year
Just like the teams hopes they look tainted and stained
And are shut, now…. the close seasons here!



It’s well and truly….over!

Same time, same place, next year…. for more of the same?



Source: https://footballpoets.org/poems/its-here-at-last-the-close-season/