TATTOOED SOUTHPAW OF BROWNHILLS UNITED

Through the muscle rub he could smell the crowd
the left wing beckoned and god was calling
a nauseous right back revs up for twisted blood
and an inked up virtuoso's mauling
the time was nigh, the crowd were high
the working week was worth getting down in the mouth for
knowing that come saturday they could testify
to brownhills united's tattooed southpaw

on the far out edge of the playing field
unaware of careless studs he lunges
through trips and hospital balls our star freewheels
his sweat siphoned off for magic sponges
and with his special brew of grace and guts
and with any vandal's vehemence unrequited
genuine sports fans love the immaculate
tattooed southpaw of brownhills united

out from the odorous shower steps a gentleman
the pigment etched prodigy neither hip or chichi
for he is not arrogant, petulant or vain
but his transatlantic delayed chat with the local weekly
reveals an ambassador for the non league
the brave bellwether of the sparkling slighted
who causes cowards and cynics spirit fatigue
the tattooed southpaw of brownhills united

whether never missing a home or away
or at the mercy of terrestial telly
you know the underdog will have it's day
a silly sod will scupper a machiavelli
so hail the bright poor and heaven forfend
the mediocre top dogs and their nefarious outpours
for the beautiful game has found a radiant friend
in brownhills united's tattooed southpaw

by Robert Lloyd, copyright control