I was very happy when I walked hand -in - hand
With my dad to Hartlepool's Victoria Ground.
Recently I've visited it with my brother and
Nephew, I like the vivid sights andfrantic sounds.
It seems that a love of football matches flows through
The generations. Families always seem to
Listenfor the results on the radio
Or see them on T.V, as warm winter fires glow.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a lovely poem