The Unthinkable

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 What would life be like
Without football
It would be like half-time
Full of ritual and necessity
Welcomed only for its brevity

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Pacing up and down the stairwells
Talking, scrolling, texting
Down two pints in ten minutes
Then swear about your leaky defence
As you elbow your way to the gents

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Fur fabric mascots
Manufacture happiness
As they throw sweets to the kids
Your mate laughs till he cries
When you get a Starburst right in the eye

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 The teams reappear
Refs whistle blows
The crowd trickle back to their seats
Reality takes over once more
All that matters now is the score



In life, and in football, we need goals.

At Norwich City, (now that the stilt-walkers are a distant memory) we positively look forward to half-time, it’s the only period of the game when we’re not worried about conceding…but, that could all change next season. We could surprise a few people.

We won’t win many games but we could surprise a few people.

Editor’s note :

‘elbow your way to the gents’ ?!?!?!?!

a case of poetic licence for the sake of the rhyme?

Or is Carrow Road like many other stadiums, i.e. male centric in the services department?



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