Defending the Indefensible
¶ 1
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it happens when it happens
at unexpected times
when goals pour in like honey
there are no warning signs
no Hollywood script-writer
could hint at what would fall
but there we were on New Year’s Day
to see our first five-all
¶ 2
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protection shown against attack
absent ? woeful? check
unjustified by argument
excuses ? what the heck
defenders indefensible
no matter how we try
regrettable lamentable
supporter value ? high
and sitting with a poet
our rhyme-less hearts were torn
ripped open like our back men
bereft inept and shorn
¶ 3
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you sense it’s looking iffy
you know the future’s bleak
when Torquay fans chant can they come
and play us ev’ry week…
we’re shipping goals like stuff online
we’re eBay in disguise
we’re Amazon we’re Dagenham
at least we’ve got the pies
¶ 4
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so where did this all come from
and did it hold the fans ?
it could have been eleven all
our heads were in our hands
bemoan our inconsistency
and grumble as you will
I’d still prefer to share it all
than watch some drab nil-nil
¶ 5
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this topsy turvy National League
that begs consistency
and longs for confidence to breed
from club to fan to team
but still there’s not a person here
woman child or man
who did not savour what we saw
nor ever understand
the sheer exhilaration
no time to hold your breath
too many mince pies? maybe..
excitement til the death
as twelve kick offs were taken
what still seemed fair to see
at 2-4 down and then 3-5
a point’s still fine for me
¶ 6
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it happens when in happens
at unexpected times
when goals pour in like honey
there are no warning signs
no Hollywood script-writer
could hint at what would fall
but there we were on New Year’s Day
to see our first five-all
¶ 7
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Forest Green Rovers 5 Torquay United 5 Jan 1 2017
A great poem, Crispin. Loved it.