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Pink Glasses, thin

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Pink glasses, thin, the red shirt too long
he served
sauntered casually, struck the mud-blob ball
scored

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 a clot of boys surrounded him
grinning
in the frost air, puffing out congratulations
whooping

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Saint Peters had never lost
a final
Ever-present, name etched on the cup
each year

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 Johnnie spun, side-stepped the wing half
deftly
saw him drifting, gangly tin-ribbed poacher
crossed

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 pink glasses, thin, the red shirt too long
he jumped
pale brow flicking the lead-dead leather in
to win

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 St. Peters 0 v Friarage 2
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Notes

Won this game for my junior team when I was ten. We played the final at Scarborough F.C.’s ground, complete with nets! In that one season, I scored 24 goals and we did the double – the only time that the little sea-harbour school team had ever won anything. How I loved it all.

Source: https://footballpoets.org/poems/pink-glasses-thin/