Match Of The Day; Follow, Follow

One cold November Saturday, two days before Bonfire night,
I went to see my favorite team,
the afternoon ended with me in a terrible fright,
For I was eight years old, and although daring and bold
I got lost along the way back home,
So this is the tale I tell of the heaven and near hell
Of the first time I want to a match on my own.

You see I'd been let down by a cousin of mine
Who was supposed to take me to the game,
But he never showed at the supporters bus,
I stood listless head hung in shame,
For where I lived the thing you religously did
On a Saturday, was in the morning to play
And in the afternoon to watch,
For the fervour of football was in my blood
and it burned in my heart like a torch.

Down at the bus, by the Glen Bar pub
In a rising state of despair,
The bus filled up and the supporters sang,
My cousin still wasn't there.
Now the driver said, "What are you doing son?,
are you going or are you going to stay?"
So there I was at the age of eight,
I jumped on, I was on my way.

Now we sang the songs, the follow, follow ones,
So dear to this young fans heart.
We were playing Motherwell at Parkhead in the cup
And were off to a real good start.
The goals came thick and fast, and by half past
We were already three nil up,
In the days before burgers and polystyrene
I warmed my hands on a china cup.

Oh the pies and the Bovril tasted better that day,
For when I was a boy we were lifted over the turn stiles
So kids like me didn't need to pay.
At the final whistle we had won four - one
And with the rest I invaded the pitch
And made my way back out to the bus.
Horror ! There were millions of buses there
And me clueless as to which was which.

So I looked all around and I ran up and down
To try and spot someone I knew,
As one by one the buses left
I was stranded, what could I do?
So I started to walk to who knows where
In fact in the wrong direction.
It was already dark, there was no one around
Nothing, no connection.

Tears blinded my eyes, my wee heart sank
And filled with a sense of doom
I cried and I prayed, I prayed and I cried
And walked on in the garthering gloom.
Through the snotters and tears, they seemed to appear,
An old man and his lovely wife.
Did I say lovely?
These people were beautiful, They saved my sad little life.

I told them of my tale of woe
And they gave me a ten bob note
And put me on a bus back home
With money for sweeties and a heart full of hope.
And to this day I do believe they did, they saved my life
And do you know something? I never knew their names,
That sainted man and his lovely wife.

Poems
Follow Follow
Lets Forget The News
National Anthem 2000
School Football Trials
The_Peoples_Game

Background
Biography


Danny's a singer
vocals due soon.