Pre Season Dreams (For Glasgow City)

As the 2020 Women’s football season prepares to kick off. This poem is written in a voice of a player on attending their first training session after the winter break. Though I’ve written it in a way which could apply to any team, it’s probably easy to see that it’s really Glasgow City, I’m talking about, as the player expresses their hopes for the coming season. I’ve titled it Pre Season Dreams I hope you enjoy the read.

Pre Season Dreams

It’s good to be back in training
though some are complaining
about the weather
it’s nice to see the girls
have a blether about the festive season
and what we got from Santa
some of the banter is shocking
and certain players just can’t stop talking
about their new year health and fitness routines
eventually we share pre season dreams
staying injury free is on most of our lists
maybe a Scotland call up for the younger players
or a first team jersey for our development girls
the boss asks if we’re ready to take on the world
and she who shall remain nameless
says of course
without thinking twice
the rest of us smile and think.
the cold air has gone to her head
was she fed too much turkey
for Christmas dinner
we talk to the young team
about what makes a winner
explain that the A game
means ability and attitude
platitudes in the press are all very well
but the road to hell is paved
with yesterday’s fish and chip wrappers
that once sang your praises
to those who bothered to read
reports of our games
fame doesn’t come easy
even if your going for a treble
or 14th successive title
we know how vital team spirit will be
to get us over the line
on days when we think
nothing will ever go right
or big European nights
when going the extra mile
will definitely be required
but as soon we start
our first session back we realise
the desire is still there
the hunger is still there
the unbreakable bond is still there
which is why we are here
on a freezing cold night
training under the floodlights
as we plan for the season ahead
and how to fulfill the pre season dreams
we share when we pull on that jersey.

© Gayle Smith 2020