Kicking off in Clockhouse Way:
Forlorn, the Crittall iron gates
Where Athletic used to play.
One man’s utopian vision,
Guardians of Braintree Town,
The forbidding small square boxes
Are crying foul, heading down.
‘The Iron’ will leave their stadium
And their soul for something new:
F*** off Cressing Road and history,
When the last Ref blows adieu.
By soupman 13.09.14