Football Crazy Days

Football Crazy Days

By Paul McCann

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We all walked up the Ardoyne Road with our boots hanging around our neck   .

We were all football crazy so everyone there knew what to expect .  .

Ballysillan had several grass pitches with goal posts made of wood

Much better than street football and we got there as often as we could .

We put on our boots at Ballysillan and took to the field to play

We passed the ball in this game of skill , a one two and we were on our way .

Being part of the team was how it went , one for all and all for one

Everybody bar none enjoyed it and we all had a lot of fun .

From dawn to dusk non stop we played as if our life depended on it

We lived to play and we loved the game and all of us were young and fit .

Sometimes we would play twenty a side and some other times only ten

and we never stopped playing until the day was done away back then.

After every game we were always naggered but it didn’t matter .

We stopped at this old couples house who filled up our bottles with water.

It never dawned on us back then that our football crazy days would end .

We’ve all been scattered in different places now with no time left to spend.