Rosettes and Rattles
Towering floodlights shining brightly
a man selling badges and programmes
crowds packed in tightly like sardines
the smell of cigarettes in the air.
One end of the ground is open to the elements
us small kids passed down to the front
as we make a noise with our rattles
this is our football ground in the sixties.
Everyone is wearing a Sky Blue scarf or rosette
cups of hot soup and tea are consumed
the Beatles are being played over the tannoy
Dave Clark Five are feeling Glad All Over.
Bedroom walls are covered in pictures
autograph books are packed full with signatures
programmes are put in empty shoe boxes
kids dreaming of playing for England.
Everyone has a favourite era
and this was definetly mine
as a young lad just being there was magical
a decade gone but never forgotten.
poem by Kevin Halls
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