Unsung
To the Unsung
What is a he-ro, scratch that, what is unsung? Does anyone have a song written about them anymore? “Scotty doesn’t know” was he the hero (not my Scotty). Is that a song about an unsung hero?
Our unsung, those stalwarts who piled up assists, who cleaned up mistakes, who pressured long balls, who cutoff attacks, they amassed a wealth that is oft unrecognised, admired by many and desired by some to be undisturbed.
If I had those skills, perhaps I would strum a ballad to our unsung. The mud-laden midfielder tackling hard again, the defender with grass in his teeth intercepting another cross, the wing back delivering another ball into the danger area, the goalkeeper digging out the deflected goal. The striker, nah they get enough praise.
If I had the skills, it would be a ballad of the easy pass, a recovery run by a midfielder, touched back (the way he was facing) to a back, easy along to the wing, 1-2 with the forward, and “like a MF master” one last pass in the six around the goalkeeper for a smooth finish. I call it “like they meant it”. It would be 90 minutes long but feel like five.
Tonight I look forward to the banter, the stories, a few beverages,
Yo-Ho, Let’s Roll