Great Expectations?
¶ 1
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Buoyed up with optimism,
decked out in pristine red replica shirts
we saunter down to the ground.
Thoughts of Wembley long gone,
we look forward to the new season.
Summer signings brought in to
replace the loanees from last year.
5-0 drubbing at the hands of the Gills
merely a fleeting thought;
surely a win this time around;
after all we are at home,
at Fortress County Ground
according to cliche man.
¶ 2
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At 5 o’clock we trudge
back to the car, wearily.
2-1 defeat at the hands of
Gus Poyet’s Brighton.
First they stole our captain,
now they’ve nicked a result
from under our noses.
More cliches:
that early season bubble of
optimism is slowly beginning
to deflate already.
Could we be suffering from
a post Wembley hangover?
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