Final Score - Squeeze

He was ten years old with a head of steam

Spotted by a scout

Asked to join the team

A step up that couldn’t come too soon

As he walked inside

To the changing room

On a frosty pitch it was not a test

He could read the ball

And out run the rest

With a natural skill he could weave his way

To the six yard line

Again and again

When the coach came in he was towelling off

With his hair still wet

And his hands aloft

There was joy and pride on his pretty face

Having scored the goal

That won the game

The coach sat him down in the corner

Said that one day you could play

For Manchester United or Arsenal

But you’ve got to do what I say

He was thirty one when he faced his fears

Secret childhood days

Hurt him down the years

So he told his wife and she held him close

She said call someone

He picked up the phone

Now he’s on the bench for a little town

And it’s common knowledge

Around the ground

There is some support for what he went through

He was brave to say

That he’d been abused

Behind lock and key on a special wing

The coach tries to sleep

But they come for him

Voices in his head speaking louder now

As he thinks of the boys

In the shower

The coach sat him down in the corner

Said that one day you could play

For Manchester United or Arsenal

But you’ve got to do what I say