Angels Playing Football
Sprinkle my ashes on St. James’s Park,
Fragments of goals on the grass.
Hear the Gallowgate roar in the dark.
All of my dreams came to pass.
Pass me my memories,
Pass me the days,
Pass me a ball and I’ll play:
Play with the angels,
Play on their wings,
Play in the thunder and lightning.
I leave you these goals in my will,
Snapshots of me on the run.
I leave you these pieces of skill,
Moments of me in the sun.
Pass me my memories,
Pass me the days,
Pass me a ball and I’ll play:
Play with the angels,
Play on their wings,
Play in the thunder and lightning.
Fragments of goals on the grass.
Hear the Gallowgate roar in the dark.
All of my dreams came to pass.
Pass me my memories,
Pass me the days,
Pass me a ball and I’ll play:
Play with the angels,
Play on their wings,
Play in the thunder and lightning.
I leave you these goals in my will,
Snapshots of me on the run.
I leave you these pieces of skill,
Moments of me in the sun.
Pass me my memories,
Pass me the days,
Pass me a ball and I’ll play:
Play with the angels,
Play on their wings,
Play in the thunder and lightning.
© keith armstrong 2006 as arranged and performed by folk singer jim mageean
Some weeks before he died in 1988, the legendary Newcastle United footballer Jackie Milburn was sitting in his Ashington home with a grand-daughter on his knee. Outside, there was thunder and lightning, which frightened the wee girl: ‘What’s that noise?’, she asked her grandad anxiously. ‘Don’t worry’, ‘Wor Jackie’ replied, ‘It’s just the angels playing football.’
It was this incident which inspired the following poem, given added poignancy by the placing of an Alan Shearer shirt on the notorious Gateshead Angel’s prodigious back by local fans before the 1998 F.A. Cup Final!
football poets: http://www.footballpoets.org/p.asp?Id=26031
