Street Football

 Street  Football

By Paul McCann’

Without the  word of a lie, I’ll tell ye there was something there.
it was just magic , the way we played our street football with flair .
We left schoolbags on the ground as invisible goalposts there

 and then we picked our players calling out their name in the air.

We had the best players in the world, away beyond compare

Best , Pele , Banks , Derek Doogan and Jimmy Johnston  was there     .
If there was an under 7 world cup we would have won it

We could body swerve and curve the ball and do a scissor kick.

Even though there were no nets to wreck we did it anyway  .
We played on the streets and spare grounds until the end of the day.

We never missed coaching , we never went poaching we just played .

Around the front doors of the houses in the streets where we stayed

We scored with our heads and toes on  both  feet if we had a chance

 .We could dance with the ball with a passion , it was a romance

We could dribble  with the ball tied by a string close to our feet

then with no traffic , nothing could stop it , football on the street.

We run rings around them and skipped over sliding tackles too .

There were no short cuts or Cul De Sacs , in the streets that  we knew .