ON STRIKE
¶ 1
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Old Trafford in December:
Masochistic snow-flurries and charlatan winds;
but every numbed finger
was warmed through
by the streams of fire from the pitch.
¶ 2
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McIlroy was good,
the Greenhoffs and Buchan fought all they could,
but nothing could silence the symphony of passing
from the boys in blue and white:
Batson to Statham to Bomber.
Robson to Ally, Cunningham beats two…
Backheel from Regis… Cantello-
goal of the season!
¶ 3
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Three apiece at Half Time,
but time enough yet for the swansong:
poor Bailey was inspired
and still let in five!
A day to remember; a day to feel alive.
¶ 4
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Over forty-five thousand saw Albion triumph;
on a day the buses and trains
were on strike.
¶ 5
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(Manchester United 3 West Bromwich Albion 5)
what a day……..
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