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After The Love Has Gone

S B Ingle

Thursday, March 9th, 2006

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Your immaculate hair
Was the nearest we came to silverware
Then the trophy was in our hands
And we cheered our quiet man
But even in the kind glow of sunshine
On the City Hall balcony
You were never our Romeo
Though you had our respect
One trophy made our summer
What came next was hard to swallow
Landing on earth from seven clouds
Reality drained money from needy crowds
You should have left
When your path to success was newly laid
Now the moss has grown
Picked over like old stones
Your name is in the history books
But not in our hearts

© S B Ingle 9.3.06

Notes

He came, he rose, he fell and somehow never conquered the fans.

Nigel Worthington is clinging to straws and won’t accept that his best chance with Norwich has gone. He needs to let go and reinvent his dream elsewhere so that optimism can be reborn at NCFC.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/after-the-love-has-gone/