Was It Was Just My Imagination?

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 I stood there, so tall in that stadium
The crowd stood up roaring me name
The referee and his two little linesmen
Were keen to get on with the game

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 We flipped up a tanner to see who’d kick off
The green baize was smooth as a lake
As we made up our minds to which ends we would bag
The Inter Cities Fairs Cup was at stake

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 The commentator gave us a thrilling report
Of the action, out there on the field
Some of the tackles, had no place in our sport
As the Everton men moaned and squealed

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 With a flick of the wrist
Clear cut chances were missed
As the Everton team stood their ground

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 We would have to stop missing
Such wide open goals
If we wanted to reach the next round

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 Gordon West was just playing a blinder
He stood massive in front of the goal
He punched away shots with those big fists of his
Over crossbar and turned round the posts

7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 A draw was on the cards
As we pressed forward hard
With one and two touches of art

8 Leave a comment on verse 8 0 But that shield of blue
Was held strong as if glued
No way could we prize it apart

9 Leave a comment on verse 9 0 As I dribbled inside of the Everton half
Avoiding all of the tackles that came
I set sight to smash one from outside the box
When me mum shouted out, spoiled me aim

10 Leave a comment on verse 10 0 “Kevin, Christmas dinner is ready,
Go and wash your hands, then sit down at the table
Put that Subbeuto football game away in it’s box
So your little brother don’t eat Jimmy Gabriel”



I’ve heard that this really great game is making a come back, but as I’ve not been to the shops yet, I’ve not seen if it has.

A truly mind blowing game, needing terrific skill that you only acquired through practising non stop, which we all did.

Making up the commentary (a la Ken Wostenholme and Brian Moore) as we went along made it all that more exciting, the teams were anybody you wanted them to be and the sillier the names the better!

Ironing the pitch on yer ma’s ironing board, to get rid of the wrinkles, so that the baize stuck to the carpet, was interesting as I nearly set alight to mine, the pitch, not me ma!



Source: https://footballpoets.org/poems/was-it-was-just-my-imagination/