Rheindahlen was a school bus ride
The largest base around
But we were based at Wickrath then
With German neighbours round.
Just a few flats where we lived
Canadian and English
Not much to see or much to do
But kick a ball
And wriggle through
Imaginary defenders.
We’d play on any patch of ground
Back then kids were allowed to
So leave us on our make do pitch
And move on with the story
As I shift the scene to Wembley’s green,
And coming English glory.
Andrew Green's Poems 