Walking From Games

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 I was thinking about all the moments
when you’re walking away from a game
’cause however you played as the memories fade
the feelings are never the same
as you re-trace the steps of your childhood
where you grew up and played in those streets
and you walked and you moaned or you smiled heading home
down the years in success or defeat

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 and it’s just like returing from somewhere
when you’re back in the real world once more
and there’s lovers and strangers and big city dangers
and it’s all as it was just before
and it’s fine in the first bit surrounded
by fellow long- suffering fans
but soon your alone and you’re heading on home
but your head is still there in the stands

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 it’s the moment when something is over
when you’re back from wherever you’ve been
with your worries and stress and whatever lies next
and you’re trying to adapt to the scene
like you’ve just won the league or you’ve blown it
ecstatic or drained but elated
or you’re out of the cup and your number is up
and you realise you’ve been relegated

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 we’re like helpless and hopeless romantics
and as fans we’re all joined by a clip
and we share all these seasons spent searching for reasons
and we shoot with our thoughts from the hip
well we’ve been there we’ve done that we’ve shared it
the t-shirts are worn out and gone
but whatever the score it’s a sense to adore
and you know that you have to go on

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 and we live it and share those surroundings
as we file from the ground in some dream
to this this crazy old world that appears so surreal
wherever who-over your team


As a kid I grew up and lived close to Stamford Bridge and was able to get to every game walking those same streets for so many years .

So now when I travel back from Stroud , which is rarely these days, it’s so evocative – as it is for many of you too I’m sure as time passes.

And hey- the Chelsea thing is irrelevant .It’s whoever you support and follow ridiculously (go on admit it). Walking to a game is brilliant with expectation and passion and walking from it in reflection is equally incredible. Because Poetry (and in our case football poetry) still is, as Wordsworth, said ‘writing with passion about something you feel passionate about.’

Source: https://footballpoets.org/poems/walking-from-games-for-kevin-raymond/