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Poems tagged ‘Forest Green Rovers’

Listening To The Game

Crispin Thomas

Monday, August 29th, 2016

sometimes we’re in lock-down
the pressure is immense
it’s different at this level
but always it’s intense

sometimes it’s confusing
the crowd subdued or bored
sometimes you can’t quite make out
exactly who has scored
sometimes it’s hard to handle
a feeling you can’t name
and clock-watching gets nervy
just listening to the game

sometimes it’s impossible
you’re working on the day
or distances are massive
on nights when they’re away
but sometimes if we’re losing
there’s no-one you can blame
and fear and stress get multiplied
listening to the game

sometimes it’s so frustrating
we scream until we’re blue
but radios can’t hear us
there’s nothing you can do
and sometimes commentators try
to calm us on the mike
with memories of playing days
or what the food’s been like~
sometimes it feels old fashioned
like way back in the day
before TV before BT
we followed games this way

but sometimes deep inside you know
it’s always been the same…
why do we put ourselves through this
listening to the game?

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Finding Voices

Crispin Thomas

Monday, August 22nd, 2016

rain drenching toe curling
deep defending wind swirling
early days time to gel
late pen but all is well

signs of something different days
ditch the moaning yell your praise
suddenly we’re spoilt for choices
now the main stand’s finding voices

long long season lying waiting
good to see us dominating
patient probing from the back
signs of progress in attack

points are points I’m delighted
nothing’s easy we’re excited
sparks of progress on the pitch
negativity we ditch

make some noise show you care
let them know that we are here
came so close but we’ll achieve
believe believe believe believe..

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Walking From Games

Crispin Thomas

Thursday, March 24th, 2011

I was thinking about all the moments
when you’re walking away from a game
’cause however you played as the memories fade
the feelings are never the same
as you re-trace the steps of your childhood
where you grew up and played in those streets
and you walked and you moaned or you smiled heading home
down the years in success or defeat

and it’s just like returing from somewhere
when you’re back in the real world once more
and there’s lovers and strangers and big city dangers
and it’s all as it was just before
and it’s fine in the first bit surrounded
by fellow long- suffering fans
but soon your alone and you’re heading on home
but your head is still there in the stands

it’s the moment when something is over
when you’re back from wherever you’ve been
with your worries and stress and whatever lies next
and you’re trying to adapt to the scene
like you’ve just won the league or you’ve blown it
ecstatic or drained but elated
or you’re out of the cup and your number is up
and you realise you’ve been relegated

we’re like helpless and hopeless romantics
and as fans we’re all joined by a clip
and we share all these seasons spent searching for reasons
and we shoot with our thoughts from the hip
well we’ve been there we’ve done that we’ve shared it
the t-shirts are worn out and gone
but whatever the score it’s a sense to adore
and you know that you have to go on

and we live it and share those surroundings
as we file from the ground in some dream
to this this crazy old world that appears so surreal
wherever who-over your team

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