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THE COLDEST DAY OF THE YEAR

Andrew Detheridge

Wednesday, December 14th, 2005

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 On the coldest night of the year,
I trembled with cold and anticipation
in equal measures
as we neared the ground
and warmed our heart and voices
for the fray.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Dad was Pickwick-
his glasses streaming up
from the hot water bottle suspended
by sheer force of will
up his jumper,
(pyjama stripes protruding guiltily
from the rim of his trousers).

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 At half time,
I gnawed on a frozen Mars bar,
while Dad took swigs from a hipflask.
We took off our gloves
to massage fingers enough
to turn the pages of our programme.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 Afterwards, as the buzz of the air conditioning
swirled around our tingling noses,
we listened to the crackling alleged highlights
of the nil-nil draw,
on the coldest night of the year.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/the-coldest-day-of-the-year/