TO A WANDERER (AFTER YOUR FAILURE TO BEAT US…AGAIN)
¶ 1
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Can I just point out
that this evens things up-
(not to mention our far superior record
against you in cup competitions).
You can’t say it anymore:
‘We’ve beaten you more
than you’ve beaten us’.
Must be disappointing, huh?
¶ 2
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The game itself was magic-
well, the result was.
The tide was rushing in
as we were drawn to the floodlights in droves,
icy breath snagged on winter hawthorns.
The fall and swell of the crowd
as chances went begging
and our penalty area came under threat.
¶ 3
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But it was never really in doubt-
go on, be honest.
And don’t give me that
about it not being a penalty-
how often do we get those given
at The Hawthorns?
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And after the goal,
and after Green’s moments of madness,
we were toying with you-
a throstle tugging at a worm,
pecking away at your morale,
teasing you from the wet earth
and leaving you exposed to the skills
of Jordao, Roberts, Ginger.
¶ 5
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When the whistle went,
we didn’t want to leave
to sit in the rows of brake lights
stretching ahead like unmapped constellations.
¶ 6
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Mind you, it must have seemed a long way
back to Wolverhampton….
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