An Ode to Football When
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Sunday league was played between pints and net-
less posts by monosyllabic binsmen
managed by the Local’s former-youth-prospect
barman. When metatarsals bowed bombing
water-clogged Mire Ultramax takedowns,
leaving cross-bars quivering and strikers
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wilted in the marsh. Studs akin to croc
teeth, ripping through pitches and shin pads. Lads
cupping their palms—blackened fingernails— scooping
mats of mud from divots in knees. Players
and the Loyals alike plucked pints from pubs
with names deserving of their royalty.
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When all were Royal and paid in piss and
gave blood for that lager-poisoned piss.
So many great lines here Nicholas. More please. A big welcome to Football Poets. What period did you live and play in S.Africa and where?. I lived in Joburg and Cape Town during aprtheid 1972-1979. Keep on.
So many great lines here Nicholas ..and a big welcome to Football Poets. Keep on and more please.
I’m really interstged to know where you live now…and which period you lived and played in – in S.Africa and where? I lived there during apartheid long before Mandela’s release – running a New Age clothing shop on Claremont Cape Town 1972-1979 (as you do!) Now I still perform poetry live and drum on the terraces with a New Age (Vegan) club in League Two (and the next village) Forest Green . Keep on my friend. C