Summertime ..and The Winning Ain’t Easy.

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 A warm sunny day had tricked gullible West and East Londoners
To stroll the Fulham Road, preening themselves in shop windows,
Checking out lurid fake tans and chic summer clothes.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Fulham Road was a fashion show as pavements outside packed pubs
Were the catwalk to be seen on for deck-shoes, shorts and tee-shirts,
Amidst a show of labels, that even ticket touts played a part in.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Irons fans deciding to travel over in style from East to West London
Had shown their sea-legs for the River Thames arriving at Chelsea Harbour via Tower Hill, aboard the state of the art Clipper*

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 T’was one of those days, where we bade farewell to winter,
Prior to seasons end, the odd trophy or not, as the case may be, before
Spending a fortnight: Down the Van, On the Algrave or Costa Blanca.

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 Inside the ground smiling faces beamed in the sun. Looking forward: to The derby, a welcome few days off work, and maybe a few pints
Locally, with mates after the game, before setting off home.

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 The only inconsistency that’s consistent
Otherwise know as the English weather then decided to change,
Within seconds our lush green pitch turned in to a quagmire.

7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 As the rain continued to tip down, fans sitting in uncovered seating,
Fake tans/sun cream running in scary rivulets down their faces
Moved back under cover to sit in the aisles and get out of the rain.

8 Leave a comment on verse 8 0 The inventive ones, wearing black bin liners hoping to stay dry
Stayed sat braving the weather, after scrounging said bin liners
From one of the bars, down below on the concourse.

9 Leave a comment on verse 9 0 Soaked to the skin and clearly not dressed for the weather
We stayed sat on slippery plastic seating
As thunder cracked and the stadium lighting blinked on and off.

10 Leave a comment on verse 10 0 “I don’t think we’ve paid the electricity bill again” I joked
As an aeroplane overhead drifted aimlessly about in the dark sky,
Resembling a rudderless ship on an angry sea.

11 Leave a comment on verse 11 0 Then on he came, fleet of foot, seemingly skating across the quagmire
Before unselfishly setting up a chance Anelka should have buried,
As the rain swept ground loudly applauded his generosity.

12 Leave a comment on verse 12 0 Then it happened. The only one sure enough on his feet
In the swimming pool of a penalty area.He turned one-way, before Feigning to go the other and scored, breaking his duck.

13 Leave a comment on verse 13 0 Mass hysteria / mayhem followed,as he made one more fortunate assist
For Malouda to make it three nil, with a rasping rocket shot. Which sent Us absolutely radio rental, and the rest as they say is history,
Then the final whistle went and the rain ceased.


One nil up prior to Torres scoring (at last), we were struggling in the rain to shake off a really persistent West Ham team, who made a right decent fist of it. So we’re stiil in there with an outside title chance and…who knows? Stranger fings have happened, have they not?

*The Clipper. Public transport used by those fond of messing about on The River Thames, aka a riverboat.



Source: https://footballpoets.org/poems/summertime-and-the-winning-aint-easy/