ALBION AT WEMBLEY
¶ 1
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Hardly the glory days
of the Fifties and Sixties;
when fifty thousand
regularly craned over the backs of heads
to catch shutter-glimpses
of Allen, Robson and Hope.
¶ 2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 But still special.
¶ 3
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The Second Division Play-Off Final-
rolls off the tongue like superglue.
(One step up from the Sherpa Van Wheeltrim Trophy
or the Autoglass Double-Glazed Cup).
¶ 4
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We brought forty thousand,
Vale brought twelve-
we ruled Wembley on and off the pitch.
¶ 5
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Afterwards, Ossie samba’d on the pitch;
we conga’d on the terraces;
nobody wanted to go home.
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Drowning out the post-match analysis
with the riotous harmony of car horns,
our minds fluttered blissfully back….
to the highlights; the goals; the final whistle;
memories dancing like the scarves
tied around every aerial all the way home.
¶ 7
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The Second Division Play-Off Final:
West Bromwich Albion 3 Port Vale 0
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