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Always (life as a York fan)

Livvy Hanks

Sunday, February 23rd, 2003

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Late winter wind bites my ears
Lean on the front rail, as always
Smoky bacon crisps; dodgy ref
Another point.
Every other Saturday
Has always been this way
A town united
City till I die.
Warm solidarity – red army
Walks up Bootham
Chewing on gum and chances missed
Like always.
You would not guess
That debts hang over this club like invisible mist
Always growing, waiting
To swallow up futures and dreams.
So it all hangs by a thread
This life, this passion
But while the team’s still playing
We’ll stay.
Routine is hard to break
So is this football unity
So we’ll carry on like always, in this way.
Red army keep on marching
With the play-offs ever closer
Knowing always
that it could all
come to nothing.
Floodlights and sunset
Throw gold on a darkening sky
I know I am, I’m sure I am
I’m City till I die.
Don’t let us die.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/always-life-as-a-york-fan/