Football Fever

Tom Dylan


Notice of absence from Tom Dylan
Sorry if there is a delay in replying or if I'm away for short periods. Sometimes life gets in the way. As John Lennon says, life is what happens while you're busy making other plans.

For yet another summer football fever

has gripped the nation,

everyone talks how it’s coming home

and how we’ll win it this time,

I didn’t realise we were all playing.

 

For the tea-time kick off

everyone clocked off work early

heading for home or the pub

to watch the big game,

while I covered phones that didn’t ring

and read a couple of chapter of my book.

 

The next game kicks off tonight at eight,

the streets are already empty, quiet

apart from the England flags

flapping in the summer breeze.

 

I won’t be watching tonight’s game

I’ll be at home reading my book

when they say but it’s a must-win match,

I’ll say, I couldn’t give a damn.

  • Author: Tom Dylan (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 25th, 2024 07:29
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  • Doggerel Dave

    Spoil sport! I know what your mean, Tom. But you have so many other pleasures to indulge in as you reside in the Old Country.....
    You could, for example really get behind the Oxford and Cambridge boat race...doesn't take too long. You could chuck much enthusiasm there and then return to your book.
    PS: What's the title?

    • Tom Dylan

      Never been one for football.. Now, Rugby League, there's a sport. And the NRL is the best in the world. Will you be watching the State of Origin tomorrow? It's on in the morning over here. 🙂

      • Doggerel Dave

        Surprise! Didn't expect such cross cultural consciousness Tom!
        Answer: Yes! I live in New South Wales...Don't watch footy normally, however State of Origin is obligatory...AND I watch the Women's as well...Wow! there's some hard women going for it too.....

        • Tom Dylan

          Oh yes, I went watching my team Salford beat St Helens on Sunday afternoon, there was a guy from Queensland in front of us, the whole stand was talking to him about the footie and the NRL. I do sometimes watch the Saturday night game with my tea and toast on a Saturday morning. 🙂

          • Doggerel Dave

            Not too sure about your timing there, Mate...
            Anyway I've gotta get to bed now to be fighting fit for the match tomorrow night and the women's the night after.....👍

            • Tom Dylan

              Haha.. nice one, mate. Enjoy the games. 🙂

            • orchidee

              Good write Tom.

              • Tom Dylan

                Thanks Orchi. 🙂

                • orchidee

                  And all for a metal cup. Doh!

                • Mutley Ravishes

                  I guess the “we” part gives us a strong hint about identification.

                  • Tom Dylan

                    Yeah, I've never understood the WE thing with sport. I hear rival fans talking about when WE play YOU. Always makes me smile. Sounds like they are actually playing themselves.

                    • Mutley Ravishes

                      Maybe they are being played by what they think is "themselves"!

                    • Thomas W Case

                      Excellent work. I love American football, but my team has gone to shit. lol, I love the humor in your poem.

                      • Tom Dylan

                        Thanks a lot, brother. I do find the American sports more exciting to be honest. 🙂

                      • Goldfinch60

                        I totally agree with you Tom. Football is just a farce but filled with money!

                        Andy

                        • Tom Dylan

                          Yeah, and you're made to feel like a visitor from another planet if you don't like the game. 🙂



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