Match of the Day
¶ 1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Match of the Day
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Strange meeting in winter,
Christmas: Flanders mud and snow.
But stranger still our games;
Who brought a football here?
¶ 3
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Coming in from the line
I curved that ball away,
Seeking out a team mate
And the piled-coat goal posts.
He took it!
And he scores!
The winning goal, I think,
Though no-one kept the score.
¶ 4
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Afterwards, sharing fags,
Some bottles and some songs
We talked about our homes.
The schnapps kept out the chill,
The strange warmth of that game
Has cheered me down the years.
We never saw such days again.
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