1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 When it’s raining cats and dogs outside
And the onions are smelling real rank
As the touts hustle for business, dodgy eyed
Like the lowest form known to man.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 When the queue don’t seem to move an inch
As the holy hour and a half gets near
Do you wonder, then give yerself a pinch
Whilst thinking…. What the hell am I doing here?

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 When you can’t seem to find a programme
Or a comforting hot cup of tea
It ain’t like this at our home games
I’m in the ground at a quarter to three.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 When the £ signs on their flash team bus
Coyly smile, as they pass you by
Do you think our games now about them, not us
Yet we were both once of the same side?

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 When the pie stall isn’t open
And the law have got the right hump
Do you really feel for the boys in blue
Who are paid to police this dump?

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 When some antiquated turnstile Joe
Sniggers “You been out in the cold gettiing wet?”
Do you count to ten and remember when
We put five fabulous goals in their net?

7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 When the home fans give you verbal abuse
From the warmth in the covered end of the stadium
Do you smile knowing what they have said could be true
But a fierce pride won’t let your love waiver.

8 Leave a comment on verse 8 0 When the boys run out for the warm up
Does you heart shout this is why we all came
It ain’t always about winning leagues and cups
It’s about being there, amongst real fans at ‘the game’.

9 Leave a comment on verse 9 0 When stuck in the arsenal end of nowhere
With the car parked miles away
Do you imagine her indoors having hysterics
At your predicament after telling yer in her infinite wisdom
“Don’t dare go up North today babe, forecast says it’s rain”.



This poem has been written with a slight London slant to it, in the way of language and verbal expression, but the drift of it could apply to any die hard fan who follows any team on the road, absolutely anywhere!



Source: https://footballpoets.org/poems/when-3/