Worlds Apart

Worlds Apart

Went to bed last Friday night

Torres syndrome was induced

So sick of footballs current plight

Greed and money rule the roost

On a chilly Saturday afternoon

First pre season game was here

The kind that couldn’t come too soon

The Ram-blers, our neighbours dear

My three year old just wants a game

His silky touch, his slide rule pass

“Let’s play football” he proclaimed

With his old man and a yard of grass

On the plastic pitch, no fancy stadia

The trialists pray they’re not withdrawn

From Hungary out to far Canadia

This is grassroots, no sandwiched prawn

That song I couldn’t quite excrete

I sang the  “Fer-nan-do Torres” line

A little voice from the back seat

Retorts with  “Liverpools number nine”

I was so sick of football after Torres handed in his transfer request last Friday night but Saturday brought me right back to what its all about, the local derby, Cork City v Cobh Ramblers.

Both teams have been through the mill over the last number of seasons but still they survive run by the fans for the fans.

The game had players from all over the world trying their damnedest to earn a contract for the coming season and my lad with no interest in any of it.

He just wanted to play ball.(and sing songs)