Do you remember putting down your jumper and top as goal posts on a windy day then it starts to rain, because I do. While you looked up at a cloudy sky without a care in the world and every football pitch from far looked the same, because I do. When you didn't have enough money to buy shin pads and every tackle and kick you felt the pain, because I do. There's was no shame when you played lame. As the opposition scored and you were the only one they blamed. Because you were to injured to train, because I do. Even if you turned professional and you found fame just for the game, just for the love, grass roots football.
This poem is about my football days at school and remembering the friends I played with and the clubs I played for.