Connect in the back of the net

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

shown

By the ref – what an

ass!

 

That was never a foul,

He dived – it’s a fix!

Those clowns with the

flags

They both need white

sticks.

 

Now we do have a

struggle

With only ten men,

But we’ve done it

before –

 

We can do it again.

The tackles turned

nasty,

The language was

coarse,

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

face

I shall never forget.

 

We went on to win

The coveted shield,

And carried O’Neill

Shoulder high off the

field.

 

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

spitting,

Just goal-scoring chances,

which they were creating.

 

The joys of school-boy

football should be on

TV,

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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