Love is…..

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Warming yer mitts on hot Bovril
On a freezing cold day at The Shay
Four down at Gay Meadow in turmoil
With Butch Wilkins whose first name was Ray.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Harsh Manchester nights at United
Where The Stretford End caned Micky’s wife*
Their mood changed when poor Gary Bailey
Had the Mick taken out of him…..twice.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Flights up to Speke
When we really believed
We could get a result at Anfield
Three nil down at the break
Though Bruce’s last minute save
Denied us a draw, we were thrilled.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 Eternal coach journeys to Roker
Where the seaside was right near the ground
Getting stiffed by ex player Clive Walker
T’was all over before we turned round.

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 First setting yer eyes on The Gallowgate
A quite stunning and magnificent sight
Looking down on the pitch, in awe with yer mates
With respect to the massed black and white.

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 Three points in the bag up at Villa
Where luck helped in two of our goals
That night in Manchester where Speedie
Ran the pitch length to score at Maine Road.

7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 Kevin Keegan in awe of Wee Patsy
As The Toon got a hiding away
So impressed with Wee Pat
He insisted they play back
His performance on Match of the Day.

8 Leave a comment on verse 8 0 I’ve just sat here and knocked up this poem
Which the reader, I hope won’t pre-judge
Coz I’ve right missed me football, now some grounds are frozen
So much so, that it feels like lost love!



Just a bit of scribbling, that’s to be…..continued, one day!

It seem’s like ages since we’ve had game at home, or is it just me?



*Caned, in this instance means to have a go at or to insult, as The Stretford End did to Micky Thomas’s other half, who had it would seem gone AWOL. Micky popped up later to get us an equalizer and we all went home to The Smoke…. well pleased!

Source: https://footballpoets.org/poems/love-is-2/