The most important thing

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 There were goals up in them fields,
the evening air was crisp and cool,
I had these gloves that me mate dubbed “sic”,
but it was paradise spoiled by fools.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 The three of us met in the field,
standing proud and tall,
a holy trinity ready to play,
but none of us had a ball.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 We stood and we stared disbelieving,
we heckled and called each other names,
but the fact of the matter was that we were stuffed,
regardless of who was to blame.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 We stood in our trainers all shiny and bright,
and me with my “sic” new gloves,
but without a ball they were no use at all,
we couldn’t play the game we all loved.



Proper tragedy this. By the time we’d navigated back to my house to get the ball and trudged back to the field it had gone from cool to cold, the posts were taken, it had started to rain and we only had half an hour before we had to go home again!

Source: https://footballpoets.org/poems/the-most-important-thing/