Out of the box, it falls onto the floor it owns
A photograph; black & white football stripe
A sight to see forty years odd, and ripe
Before the scars, the tissues torn
The cortisone injections
A time of legends and football unshackled
Cindered covered parkland in skilful sin
Sticking the boot in
Cut tight skin on padded shin
The premeditated, berated
Serrated sliding tackle
Youths prepared for battle
Marsden wreck on Monday night
Little love lost; local league, a game, a fight
Soccer; it’s like this from Stockport to Seattle
Later; time for pints in the bar
The bus to town, remember to score
Chasing starts; toes touch the dance floor
Foes in frolic and fellowship with. Those
Infamous football stars
Back home
All over for another season
They visit, we visit
We don’t need much reason
Keeps us cut to the bone
We’ve kicked and spit; breathed our last
Put our arms around each other, inane
The national game of men insane
Caught up, as the red mist
Falls upon our past
