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A Scottish Linesman Is Out Of Breath

Eddie Gibbons

Friday, March 13th, 2015

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 I know they’re shouting I flagged late,
Up there among the crowds above;
Those that I flag I do not hate,
Those who dissent I do not love;
I disallowed Kilmarnock’s cross,
A ball boy cried: Kilmarnock’s poor!
No words could pacify their boss
Who said I should have let them score.
But law and duty made me right,
Not irate men or jeering crowds.
My only impulse on the night
led to tumult – the disallowed
offside goal, the stifled cheer.
I know that I’ll be out of breath
but after extra time I fear
I’ll have to leg it with the Ref.

Notes

With a big assist from William’s Butler, Yeats.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/a-scottish-linesman-is-out-of-breath/