Played For Us

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 He did nothing. The boy did nothing
When he played for us. Missed open
Goals – when he got near to goal. And
That wasn’t very often.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Body language said he didn’t care less,
But he got paid fortunes for it. Just who
Were the mugs ? But didn’t we give him
Some stick. Deserved.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 He didn’t like us, we didn’t like him.
Mutual loathing, nasty piece of work
He was – not our kind of player at all.
Good riddance; Waster.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 Now he’s back, playing for Them Lot,
Of all teams. And of course he’ll get so
Abused; Judas, scum, still far worse as
The crowd scent blood.

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 But there’s no justice, no happy ending –
And the inevitable happens. Final minute,
A hopeful punt down field. He latches on
And scores the winner.


Source: https://footballpoets.org/poems/played-for-us/