Sweet Street Memories.

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Empty streets were Villa Park,
Highbury, or The Den.
When we first got this football lark
Beside the river Thames.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Games were all we lived for
Anywhere we’d play
Till our mam’s would shout “Oi You! Indoors,
Now! Or I’ll lock that ball away”.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 When the old man left the boozer
And staggered down our street
As a bellowing Evening Newsboy
Told us, if Chelsea had got beat.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 We’d worship Frankie Blunstone,
Tambling and The Cat
Barry Bridges and Bert Murray
It was lovely, thinking back.

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 We’d heard about Bert Trautmann
Gil Merrick, Frankie Swift
The old man spoke of Duncan Edwards
“That young boy, sure had the gift”.

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 Watching Bobby Robson
Tosh Chamberlaine, Johnny Haynes
From that mob at Craven Cottage
I’ve an awful memory for names!

7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 Frantic games in football cages
When the streets were out of bounds
In Cup replays that took ages
It would seem we played for hours.

8 Leave a comment on verse 8 0 Five a sides with tennis balls
Half inched from the toff’s
Crab football played in dining halls
Where school lunches were scoffed.

9 Leave a comment on verse 9 0 Frightening cinders pitches
With stones and broken glass
Thinking that the rich kids
Were so blessed to play on grass.

10 Leave a comment on verse 10 0 Clapham Common, Battersea Park
Our Wemberly, or The Bridge
In finals where we were the stars
As street football playing kids!



I could go on about those terrific days…forever.

Memories are made of this.



Source: https://footballpoets.org/poems/sweet-street-memories/