1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 My first memory
of a 4-3
is Town v Arsenal,
venue: CG.
The days of the Mayes
Rowland double act;
the one and only Kammy
cantering down the wing;
a comical o.g
and a win in extra time
from the grizzled head
of said Rowland
and a small boy berating
the ref to blow the whistle
to signal the end of the match.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 1993 provides the next
memory of a 4-3,
at Wembley
where Town went 3-
0 up against those
Leicester foxes
(Hoddle, Maskell, Taylor)
before conceding 3.
Then a penalty:
Gap-toothed striker White
felled in the box by Poole
and Bodin steps up to convert:

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Now another memory of 4-3
with Tom and Joe, Deac and Toddy
in the backyard of Stoke City:
a Collins hat trick will live
long in the memory of
young and old alike,
the winning goal especially
coming right at the end
at the right end as it
was right in front of us.
And Paolo conducting
the choir at the death;
Paolo doing it his way.



Stoke 3 Swindon 4. Quite a night!

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/4-3/