Rite of Passage
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There are moments in a boy’s life- days that linger and ferment forever in the mind:
Growing up; leaving the pencil case and the lunch box behind.
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The first time a razor slides smoothly across the pizza-dappled chin;
The realisation you don’t always have to win… to win.
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The sad slow penny drop that figures out the Tooth Fairy; the Easter Bunny- both Little White Lies
And your Dad drinks the sherry; scoffs the half dozen mince pies.
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First girlfriend; first kiss; first wage packet in your hand
First car; first child… as the boy becomes a man.
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But the day after which life would never be the same
Was the very first time my uncle took me to my very first game.
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Midweek fixture: pitch lit up like a birthday cake
Took my breath away; spent the rest of the night awake…
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Reliving every kick and chase, arms aloft above the covers at the memory of every goal.
Realising I had found the thing that would delight; frustrate; and which made me whole.
Great line…and great to find you here Andrew..keep on..more please…just to say…not sure if you’re on Twitter but if you scroll down (here on the Football Poets home page) you’ll find your poem and the WBA programme image on our Football Poets Twitter page..Hope all is good with you mate..I drum in the South Stand with those Vegan new boys.. Forest Green Rovers these days … best Crispin