head nodding beneath my battered football cap.
Long gone are the days when I used to coach a team,
but I still see my lads kicking goals when I dream…
The stadium’s cheering back in days of yore,
ball’s found the net, the crowd yells out score.
We’re down two to one, but don’t give up yet,
follow the game plan and find the back of the net.
The game restarts furious and fast,
it’s the second half and forty-five minutes fly past.
A roar from the fans, our star player’s tripped, takes a fall,
penalty kick, takes his aim, it’s two all.
Wins and losses celebrated both at home and away,
Not premier league, but champion minors back in the day.
We’ve grown old and grey now the lads and I,
but our memories of playing football will never die.