Klinsmann, Cafe, and Calderdale

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Late summer 1990
Germany had won the World Cup in that July
And as the days turned towards Autumn
I spent a sunny Sunday afternoon in Hebden Bridge
Just a stone throw from my Pennine home
And a million miles from world cups
There in a cafe off the main high street
Was the blonde striker illuminated in Calderdale light
Sipping coffee quite still quite quiet
The football pitch and glitter far removed
And I was taken by surprise as the word “Klinsmann!” escaped my lips
And when he strode out and dived into a rattling battered off-white VW Beetle
I knew it was he.



True story, and it was such a surprise to see him in Hebden Bridge at that time. But then again, I am told that Harrison Ford and Calista Flockhart have been known to take a narrowboat down the Rochdale Canal.

Source: https://footballpoets.org/poems/klinsmann-cafe-and-calderdale/