Yesterday. When Our Idols Travelled On The Train!

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 When the underground was heaving
And the carriage full of chat
Of the art that you’d be seeing
When you turned up at the match

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 When the Earls Court sign came in to view
And young voices raised their pitch
From excitement filled companion ways
Full of bright eyed expectant kids

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 As West Brompton came the jam packed train
Could barely move it’s doors
As the punters cheering echoed loud
Like the waves on pebbled shores

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 “Please alight at Fulham Broadway,
If you’re going to the game”
We politely did as we were bid
And Dave Sexton…. did the same!

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 Catch the bus to see yer idols
Stroll the Kings Road in royal blue
In the days when working class heroes
Were like mates that we all knew

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 When mere street Gods could, maybe, grace the sod
Of the team that locals cheered
Then to workman’s clubs or a post match pub
Take their turn to buy the beer

7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 In those far off days of will he play?
I’ve just come here to see him
You can’t help but think, where’s it all gone wrong?
And smile at sepia memories
Whilst deep down inside….. you’re worrying!



In the West London of my childhood, you could bump into or see any one of your heroes on the train or the bus on your way to the match.

Dave Sexton was our manager at the time. I remember seeing him once or twice on the tube, on his way to Stamford Bridge.

At away games you might even come back to The Smoke on the same train as the team, which we did on a few occasions. A fond memory of meeting Peter Osgood (RIP) and company, stopping to chat to us, whilst we waited for a connecting train back from the Midlands, reminds me of a time when football ‘s stars were appoachable and available to, us, as young fans!

In fact, some Chelsea players from those days still meet up at certain pubs after the game, to chat to fans, who they still consider as old mates sharing that common bond…. the team.

I’ve a vision of the not too distant future, where a helicopter lands on the pitch, a player gets out of it, in the teams colours, plays in the match, if he so desires, then flies off in to the night, at the end of it. Cosmic or what?



Source: https://footballpoets.org/poems/yesterday-when-our-idols-travelled-on-the-train/