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Alex Saynor

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    The biggest game, the culmination
    of a fading season brought pause
    to fans ranged across the masonry
    of ancient stands in rival colours.

    Penalties. The terminal feedback
    of defeat, the draughtsman’s empty […]

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    How did we arrive here?
    Carrying unfulfilled fixtures
    of the missing from our city
    to UEFA’s listening committee,
    a tentative morning in the warm sun
    of Kungstradgarden assembled faces
    from the Stretford […]

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    Under a canopy of unbroken cloud,
    across a junction over undropped kerbs
    with gates and hedges for goals
    and a wickedly uneven, improvised pitch,
    you appeared in an urban field of dreams
    arrayed on concrete […]

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    Alex Saynor commented on a poem on Football Poets 7 years, 7 months ago

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    It’s the FA People’s Cup,
    but who can understand
    this affliction in the sun?

    Fair weather to me is a bitter breeze,
    high winds and a heavy squall,
    ice patches on fourth generation
    artificial surfaces, […]

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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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    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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    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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    Alex Saynor published a poem on the site Football Poets 9 years ago

    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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