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Avoiding the drop

Peter Wyton

Saturday, November 12th, 2005

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Her name was Mrs. Hyde. She ran a battery farm
on principles familiar to any football fan.
The league season lasted a calendar month.
Every ball delivered accurately into the box
received its chalk score, scrawled
on the metallic lip of each corn-tray
The (p)layers clucked and shuffled
within the limits of their close confinement,
seemingly unaware that team selection
depended largely on the taking of
goal-mouth opportunities. Somewhere
around week three the struggle to avoid the drop
began in deadly earnest. Like all supporters,
I had my favourites. Sometimes I doctored
scores in desperation, but never for one moment
fooled the referee, come relegation time.
If neck-wringing was introduced to the Premiership
it would add fresh meaning to the catch-phrase,
“They think it’s all over. It is now.”

Notes

Editor’s note :

Welcome back, Peter.

Peter is one of the very first contributors to this site – please explore the archive section to see more of his poetry.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/avoiding-the-drop/