A Day Out In Derby
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Memories of mudbath pitches, that so cramped
Shoebox ground hemmed in by narrow back to
Backs. Days of Todd, Mc Farland, Hector and
O’Hare – not forgetting of course the Clough
Taylor partnership; as much the seventies as
Morecambe & Wise. Alan Hinton’s white boots,
And a Championship came their way in the hot
Spanish sunshine, then again three years hence.
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Now, a stadium full of Pride – oasis in a sea
Of retail development. Still, the Rams roar out
On match days; foot-stomping on a midwinter
Festive day to keep warm. But to no avail, this
Time, as those hungry golden Wolves devour
The points with surprising ease; Breen supreme,
Murray impassable, and Kightley the boy wonder;
Jingle bells, jingle bells – that sweet away win feeling.
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