FOLLOWING THE BAGGIES IN SWITZERLAND
¶ 1
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Sometimes,
work send you on exotic trips
to the furthest depths in the back of beyond-
like Smethwick.
¶ 2
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Occasionally,
you get sent on a free weekend
to mountains and lakes;
to shops selling army knives
(complete with fork, spoon
and satellite dish);
to cheese with bigger holes
than the Wanderer’s defence;
to snow-capped peaks as shrouded
in illusion as play-off hopes.
¶ 3
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The only downside is:
Albion vs. Blues, Sunday lunchtime,
a thousand miles away
from the park bench in Interlaken
shared with a Bluenose
(and his mobile phone).
¶ 4
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Two minutes gone:
Yodelling ‘Super Bobby Taylor’ down the main street
to the bemusement of dog-walkers.
Midway through the second half:
head in hands as Dave
pirouettes around the adjacent field
like Julie Andrews in ‘The Sound of Music’.
Blues equaliser.. no doubt against the run of play.
Full Time:
Honours even; friendship resumed.
¶ 5
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Two days later,
seated aboard a cramped minibus
heading north fom Heathrow
in the pouring rain,
Dave sets his phone on vibrate:
¶ 6
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In the darkness I whisper,
Buzz once for Derby,
twice for Albion.
¶ 7
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Somehow, on the other side,
they heard me and obliged.
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