A Football Poem: The Joys Of Youth Football

The match had begun,

The cheering was loud,

The players spurred on

By the size of the crowd.


Passing was brilliant,

Defending first class,

Then a red card was


By the ref – what an



That was never a foul,

He dived – it’s a fix!

Those clowns with the


They both need white



Now we do have a


With only ten men,

But we’ve done it

before –


We can do it again.

The tackles turned


The language was


Then Billy O’Neill

Kicked the ball with

such force.


It blasted its way

To the back of the

net –

The look on Bill’s


I shall never forget.


We went on to win

The coveted shield,

And carried O’Neill

Shoulder high off the



Bursting with pride,

We were all in seventh

heaven –

The lads in our school’s

Under-eights first eleven.


The difference was

evident there wasn’t any


Just goal-scoring chances,

which they were creating.


The joys of school-boy

football should be on


And when they all do

graduate – they’ll all

have an English Premier

League CV.


Written by Darryl Ashton Darryl Ashton

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