We first met on the playground of Moor Green.

Cowboys we played, cops and robbers, later football became our game

With tennis balls or with Christmas presents that would sail unseen

Into the old people’s homes, who up to the wire fence they came

As they complained that we had broken a window with our balls.

Small we were, so ready to take on the world but yet

Not the grandparents who had fought in bigger wars than any of us

We resorted to collecting stickers, shouting scramble for a bet