I'm at Gander Green Lane
On a Friday night
No media circus
Not a pie eater in sight.
I've seen better games
But seen a lot worse
That's the way the dice rolls
With this Groundhopping curse.
I work every other Saturday
This is still game ninety five
Despite the average fare on show
I'm totally feeling alive.
Across the local park
Twinkle the tower block lights
Content with microwave dinners
And Eastenders on Friday nights.
Give me the wrap-up-warm cold
And a plastic tip-up seat
Sitting in their old-fashioned stand
Simply can't be beat.
This may not be Sutton United
But Sutton Common Rovers I'll enjoy
This football's an addiction
I've had it man and boy.
The skill level's not great
Some might say it's poor
Players not always able
To keep it on the floor.
There's a half-time burger
With cheese no onions to digest
Though the actual supermarket quality
Of the meat might not be the best.
It's similar to the football
Just about OK
This is Sutton Common Rovers
Not expecting Egon Ronay.
Outside I'm feeling the cold
Inside perfectly content and warm
As if watching with less than a hundred others
Is acceptable and the norm!
In truth it is for me
Hearing everything on the pitch
Including a mass of swear words
That makes the English language so rich.
Aimed at the opposition
Not to mention man in black
Having a constant pop at him
He doesn't deserve that flak.
It keeps me entertained
Gets me out of my room
Taking my mind off the Dulwich Hamlet crisis
That's started and about to loom.
I'm stuck at work today
So won't get my non-league kicks
But tomorrow it's the FA Sunday Cup
At Haringey Borough for game 96!
Dulwich Poet 10th February 2017
(Last night I was at a non-league match, Sutton Common Rovers 2, Colliers Wood United 0)
Saturday 10 February 2018
Friday 2 February 2018
"Not Today Thank You"
I can hear you crystal clear
Your voice in my head
Which shouldn't really happen
As you're only just brown bread.
You're asking me to join you
Saying everything is fine
The only problem is
That would be your call not mine.
Is this a grief reaction
Your spitting image voice
Mu sub-conscious knowing
What will be my death of choice.
I'm sorry mate, I can't join you
I've still got things to do
Life's not perfect by a long chalk
But it's too early to be with you.
I've got to be positive
Try to have a bit of hope
Even though my dreams won't happen
It's how I cling on and cope.
Dulwich Poet 2nd February 2018
(A old friend of mine killed himself. The day after I imagined him in my head asking me to join him...)
Your voice in my head
Which shouldn't really happen
As you're only just brown bread.
You're asking me to join you
Saying everything is fine
The only problem is
That would be your call not mine.
Is this a grief reaction
Your spitting image voice
Mu sub-conscious knowing
What will be my death of choice.
I'm sorry mate, I can't join you
I've still got things to do
Life's not perfect by a long chalk
But it's too early to be with you.
I've got to be positive
Try to have a bit of hope
Even though my dreams won't happen
It's how I cling on and cope.
Dulwich Poet 2nd February 2018
(A old friend of mine killed himself. The day after I imagined him in my head asking me to join him...)
Thursday 1 February 2018
"Dave the Brave"
A mate of mine's just killed himself
An old mucker called Dave
Ending it all under a train
The way I one day crave.
Inside I'm hurting
More than I thought I would
All because he's done
What he felt he should.
I certainly didn't expect it
And I've had a little cry
But on the plus side it's confirmed to me
The way I'll choose to die.
I've so little in my life
Yet so much to achieve
If Dulwich Hamlet disappear
Contemplating my leave.
In truth....not much in my life
Only a handful I can call a friend
I've never felt I'm normal
While never round the bend.
If I could cope with no more Hamlet
I could attempt to sort out my life
But normality's never been me
Hiding my inner strife.
Westie you've scared me
Of what the future might hold
Part of me envies you
On that mortuary slab cold.
We never agreed politically
You had a bit too much hate
But that will never alter the fact
You really were a mate.
In truth I didn't really know you
And should have kept in touch more
But when you're lonely that's not what you do
I think you know the score.
Even though you weren't true Dulwich Hamlet
You embraced our Pink and Blue
We'll remember you at one minute to three
Because it's the right thing to do.
In a bizarre way
Even though you're not coming back
The pain I am feeling
Will just keep me on track.
I still believe my life will be over
At a future moment when I choose
But night now I've got things going for me
Even though I've not much to lose.
I'll miss you mate I'm gutted
That right now you chose to die
Hope everyone at the match forgives my indulgence
If I can't hold back and cry.
Dulwich Poet 1st February 2018
(I wrote this after a friend of mine, who I've been mates with for well over thirty years, jumped in front of a train & killed himself)
An old mucker called Dave
Ending it all under a train
The way I one day crave.
Inside I'm hurting
More than I thought I would
All because he's done
What he felt he should.
I certainly didn't expect it
And I've had a little cry
But on the plus side it's confirmed to me
The way I'll choose to die.
I've so little in my life
Yet so much to achieve
If Dulwich Hamlet disappear
Contemplating my leave.
In truth....not much in my life
Only a handful I can call a friend
I've never felt I'm normal
While never round the bend.
If I could cope with no more Hamlet
I could attempt to sort out my life
But normality's never been me
Hiding my inner strife.
Westie you've scared me
Of what the future might hold
Part of me envies you
On that mortuary slab cold.
We never agreed politically
You had a bit too much hate
But that will never alter the fact
You really were a mate.
In truth I didn't really know you
And should have kept in touch more
But when you're lonely that's not what you do
I think you know the score.
Even though you weren't true Dulwich Hamlet
You embraced our Pink and Blue
We'll remember you at one minute to three
Because it's the right thing to do.
In a bizarre way
Even though you're not coming back
The pain I am feeling
Will just keep me on track.
I still believe my life will be over
At a future moment when I choose
But night now I've got things going for me
Even though I've not much to lose.
I'll miss you mate I'm gutted
That right now you chose to die
Hope everyone at the match forgives my indulgence
If I can't hold back and cry.
Dulwich Poet 1st February 2018
(I wrote this after a friend of mine, who I've been mates with for well over thirty years, jumped in front of a train & killed himself)
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