I played for the Boys Club Team
From seven years through to my teens.

In a football kit with many holes.
In a team that scored so many goals.

Where angry men from our estate.
Who would come and point and shout and hate.

At any team that dared to play.
Against The Boys Club on that day.

Then on my retirement.
I google searched the internet.

To see what had happened to us all.
The boys that played local football.

One left four kids and a wife.
A pool cue and a stanley knife.

Another lad who ran up the wing
Lost it all to heroin.

Two best pals who always scored
Lost their life in a senseless war.

One emigrated, to canada.
Died in a car crash in vancouver.

Two lost their lives to a lung disease
Working on the river Tees.

But the biggest loss to the side.
Was a dark cloud thats called suicide.