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Alex Saynor

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    Watching the sky change from Petticoat Tower,
    on the top floor a widower
    scans the gold of morning, hassle of twilight,
    glimpses the holy land as old animosities
    settle over gin and lemonade
    with the old boy […]

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    A trophy haul to rival Ferguson’s,
    but new seasons don’t feel so new any more.
    An imaginary game in the village of Solva,

    a training camp in the Austrian Alps,
    immaculate pitches, mountains
    and […]

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    Alex Saynor published a poem on the site Football Poets 1 year ago

    A tea cosy hat –
    the strange shape of loyalty.

    The Hammersmith and Fulham crest
    says ‘I stood among terrace weeds.’

    Long distance coaches
    crawled north for bitter days
    on broken trajectories.

    The tracksuits […]

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    Alex Saynor published a poem on the site Football Poets 1 year ago

    Clouds were grey and yellow above waves
    below verandahs where Magpies thronged
    en route to Thursday in Bordeaux

    from south coast weather, a Portsmouth low,
    to a liner’s isolated corners,
    transitory bars, sea […]

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    No bitterness in the lemon
    No sweetness to the lime
    No liquid in the bladder
    No water into wine

    No nonsense in the bitter
    No suspension on appeal
    No magic in the mushrooms
    No Carrick in midfield

    No bonfire of […]

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    He plays in the middle
    like it’s June on the reef
    with a touch as light as lemon drizzle,
    feet which glide upon a thermal
    and defenders left in disbelief

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    Managers go. Migrate with phantoms
    of the present on staircases in frames.
    Who stops on the turn and sees the lifting?
    Silverware and crow’s feet.

    People come and go. Hotel rooms,
    breakfast, silence in the […]

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    I can’t remember if around this pitch
    kite feathers drift across the scrubland,
    but two men with an Alsatian
    walk the perimeter, searching.

    It isn’t safe for children, this public facility,
    with ‘Danger of […]

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    Within the East Stand’s intemperate tropics,
    beneath those apocryphal prawns,
    life is measured by flat perspectives.

    Managers, akin to former prime ministers
    pacing Fife platforms with friendly fire
    and oblique […]

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    Closed books. We simply couldn’t read them.
    Open training sessions traced a line of logic
    across our columns. It was errant. Non-existent.

    The real plan was made behind the double doors
    behind the double doors […]

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    A tour of east coast marine
    towns and villages,
    flat Lincolnshire fields
    and The Wash yields
    easily-reached-for names:
    Mariners, Pilgrims, odd
    ways round to Southwold,
    grammatically shot to bits
    by Ipswich, […]

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    No fences are broken here
    where none exist
    in a suburb of Copenhagen
    where Astro-turfs open to everyone.

    No paradise, these gardens,
    and such high winds that goalposts
    lifted, moved with the stones
    that pelted […]

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    Placed in the constellation Perseus,
    he angles a tethered, synthetic planet
    into the goal before an end of season cast
    of sombrero-wearing fans: Daggers to the last.

    Late witnesses observe a curious phenomenon
    of […]

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    Lost, my ball in the crossflow winds.
    Collapse the tactics board
    now there’s only Route One.
    Let’s see where it falls.

    Hope the van won’t topple outside
    old Brentford dock, buffered
    by all those tower blocks
    we […]

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    Alex Saynor published a poem on the site Football Poets 2 years ago

    rarely rose from their seats,
    at scythings of stars didn’t flinch.
    Impassive, ever-present for mid week
    coach journeys to the Yorkshire coast,
    losses at Scarborough and Grimsby,
    reflections dark models of […]

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    Alex Saynor published a poem on the site Football Poets 2 years ago

    No one was there
    for The Great Unveiling

    The stadium was empty
    save for the men
    from The Eastern Daily

    as X raised a scarf
    to say that when Y phoned

    there was no hesitation,
    that he loved the fens,
    the broads, […]

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    Alex Saynor published a poem on the site Football Poets 2 years ago

    Early rays
    form car-park shadows
    for our pre-shift game.

    The chiropractor
    floats balls onto roof tiles,
    lets them descend

    for diagnosis.
    You’re Sheringham, I’m Shilton
    diving on windscreens.

    When you […]

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