THE MATCH...

poem by: Frank Hornby .
Written on Nov 19, 2021

"Saturday mornings we'd head off happily to the match...
We had to be quick...there was a bus to catch..
We'd get to Goodison early...me an' Bobby, me mate..
It was a 3 O'clock kick off....wouldn't dream of bein' late..
..we'd leg it to the bus stop on the East Lancs road..
both up on our toes!...our pace never slowed..
Often only just makin' it...grabbin' hold of the bar!..
with the bus conductor shoutin'...."are ya alright la!"..
Phew!..that was so close...we nearly missed it agen!..
..the last time we missed it?...no I can't remember when..
It was a 10 mile journey from Kirkby to Goodison park...
right outside the ground...both excited we'd disembark..
Now we had to find a way....to craftily "bunk in"..
amongst thousands of Evertonians...where the f**k do we begin!?..
..but us two teenage lads didn't know the meanin' of fear..
so it was up an' over the turnstile...then magically disappear!..
Watchin' the match for nothin'...seein' the Blue boys for free!...
..was one of the things we got up to...my mate Bobby an' me."









 

Tags: Imagery, Humor, Happy,

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Frank Hornby . commented on Nov 19, 2021 at 12:47pm
Ahh...great memories of going to watch Everton FC....back in the 60s...

 

 

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