Mexico 1970

Gold cherry

By ralph

Wed, 04 Jan 2023
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There were rumours
of decimalisation.
A new decade in modernism
at Manor House Junior school.

It was the summer of 1970,
of Esso World Cup coins.
Fools gold for gallons.
My Dad didn’t own a car.

My best friend's name was Zolly.
He had a Rediffusion colour TV.
A yelping dog called Bugsy,
a softened bosomed mum.

And Rosa taught me to dance,
swallow a pickled herring.
She wore her world in beauty.
Just like Pele's final pass.

 
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Comments

Submitted by Insertponceyfre... on

I remember those world cup coins! 

Could you confirm that pic is copyright free please Ralph?

 

Submitted by ralph on

Oh the photo is free. Unlike the coins apparently.

 

Submitted by Insertponceyfre... on

Thanks Ralph - are they worth a fortune now?

 

Submitted by onemorething on

Such an evocative poem. It's our Pick of the Day. Do share on Facebook and Twitter. 

 

Submitted by marandina on

I have a full collection of those Esso coins. Can't remember which world cup they relate to. Never thought of having them valued. A fine tribute to an absolute icon of the beautiful game. 

 

Submitted by celticman on

ah, nicely conjured. 

 

Submitted by Insertponceyfre... on

Congratulations Ralph - well deserved golden cherries. This has struck a chord with many of us