When Tommy Jones was still a kid his life meant just one thing,
To score a goal for Aycliffe Town and the fame that that would bring.
And so he practised hard each day – encouraged by his dad,
Who had no doubt at all about the skills young Tommy had.
And so one day in early May our hero joyfully found,
That he’d been picked that day to play for his beloved town.
He played with grace and guile and pride,
And did his best to help his side to victory in this vital game,
But still the score remained the same.
Then came the linesman’s final call,
The score still stood at two goals all.
A corner kick to end the match,
A chance for one side to just snatch.
A well earned win,
So as the ball came curling in,
Our Jim jumped high and with his head he hit it hard,
His world turned red.
He crashed unconscious to the ground,
Eventually as he came round,
They told him that when he got floored,
It was the winning goal he’d scored.
But sadly, son, he heard them say
You gave the game away.
William