The Magic

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 The non-league side (always called ‘plucky’)
Were through to the next round
They watched the draw and hoped to be lucky
Hoping to go to a big ground.
Out came their number and they were at home
And they waited with baited breath
Before it was revealed the giants would come
Fans screams rendered bystanders deaf.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 But the cosy little ground just wouldn’t cope
It was so small it wasn’t funny
So they seeked out a larger place with hope
Of securing much more money.
But some begrudged them this great payday,
A chance to sustain their existence
They said ‘There’s no magic nowadays
In the cup, it’s all just pretence’.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 But who were these voices of dissent?
Not the plucky non-league team
And the giants didn’t insist they prevent
Playing at their ground it seems.
So where do they appear?
From the rose-tinted eyes of neutrals who never
Seem to mind if a team so mere
Disappears forever.


Source: https://footballpoets.org/poems/the-magic/