Footballing Alzheimer’s
¶ 1
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These men make their slow journey on the path into the thickets
in their own manner, guided by a map that no other can read.
We can but glimpse the loneliness, the terror, the resignation
the cruel, creeping fog, blanketing the past, dulling recollection
¶ 2
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Thoughts that should comfort and warm as slippers replace boots
lively minds that once crackled and sparked, invented and probed,
those who gave their bodies to build the foundations of the code,
now seek but cannot find reciprocity of support beyond those closest
¶ 3
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Foot soldiers who drew the breath of crowds, now scattered to fate
these giants of men slowly turning inside, as the game turns away
in the callousness of indifference, its own ironic unwillingness to recall,
to recognise where they are now is because of who they were then
A very touching salute to men like Nobby Stiles, who can no longer remember what the rest of us will never forget.
Thanks Andrew.