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Park Football

Nostalgia at 40yrs old

every day when school was done
we played football in the park
using jumpers for goalposts
and play until it gets dark

one rule in particular 
that was abided by us all 
was that you could be captain
if we played with your ball

two captains are picked 
and flip a coin to pick first 
each child then judged 
from the best to the worst

the release of the tension
as each kid hears his name
your social standing made clear
before the start of the game

just two more players left
before the match then begins
the kid with thick brown glasses
or the fat kid with 5 chins

ill have chunky he can go in goal
hes as good as having twins
you lot can take spectacles
and also you are skins

kick off loomed and excitement grew
on the field of castle batch
the formation of 10 forward players
and two goalies that cant catch

there was always that one skillfull kid
that had magnets on his feet
and the moody angry one
that just cant stand it when hes beat

there was always that tall gangly boy
with arms as long as legs
and that cocky little jack the lad
who is always calling megs

the best bit is when home time looms
and its nearly time for dinner
it doesn’t matter if your 10 nil up
the next goals is the winner

and if the team thats 10-5 down
scores and wins that game
park football rules do clearly state
that the victory they can claim

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The fish of the sea

Read all the way though. Just a magnificent write. Personally I stood well clear of school soccer, although I played club, I never enjoyed the hot heads that ruled the oval... bit too much for my introverted childhood persona. Peace smiles. Thanks for taking me back

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Jim "The Lad" ....

Got a chuckle! this reminded me of our neighbor hood football in the states. We didn't play "soccer" back then, but played until dark! Still eat fast to this day coz Dad made me eat all on my plate before going up the street where we played, that I could clearly see from our dinner table! lol! Nice write! .......Jim

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