Leaving Upton Park

Sometimes we’d win and we’d all go berserk.
But the bubbles have burst since we left Upton Park.
Hurst, Peters and Moore, an honest days work.
Sometimes we’d win and we’d all go berserk.

Sometimes we’d lose and we’d all rant and rave.
A tear up on the terraces, give the enemy a shave.
“West Ham until I die, until I’m in the grave.”
Sometimes we’d lose and we’d all rant and rave.

“But we’ll always have the moments”, said the Father to the son.
“Because this is where love was found, where the deal was done.”
“What, beaten claret and blue Dad, where the floodlights never shone?”
“But we’ll always have the moments”, said the Father to the son.

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raypool

Wed 15th Nov 2017 22:38

HI Ralph. I'm not really a fan of football but your poem hit the spot nevertheless and gave genuine me feeling for the complete sense of the partisan nature of the game in a really effective few verses .

Ray

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