Forget What Didn’t (with apologies to Philip Larkin)
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Stopping the wallchart
Was an aid to sanity,
Was a merciful ending:
¶ 2
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One no longer governed
By the need to record
Such details (those penalties)
¶ 3
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I wanted them over,
Hurried to 3-0,
And looked back on
¶ 4
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Like the tournament games won
Missing behind the windows
Of a football-watching adulthood.
¶ 5
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And the empty spaces?
Should they ever be filled,
Let it be with wholly imagined
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English victories,
The day the World Cup is won,
And when the penalties go
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