|

Last Gasp Winner.

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Arriving an hour before kick off
At a stadium basking in the sun
To try and better state of the art turnstiles,
That never work properly,
Thus getting to a seat in plenty of time for the game.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 I was somewhat taken aback
To find our drab Soviet concrete concourse
Alive and pulsating with the cheering
Of Blues fans willing City on to equalise
In the Manchester derby.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Equalise they did through Craig Bellamy
Other early birds sitting alone in their seats
High above them in the stands
Must have thought gratis beer was being handed out below,
Judging by the noise made.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 Every concourse TV set
Had a huge gathering of Blues fans
Surrounding it, willing City on to win
As four minutes of added time
Was shown by the fourth official.

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 Michael Carrick comes on as a sub
The ball goes out of play a couple of times
United squander a few chances
Then a pay as you play striker
Star seemingly on the wane.

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 Latches quickly on to a through pass
Races in to the penalty area
To score a last gasp winner
Five and half minutes in to time added on.
Viewing euphoria of minutes before is silenced.

7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 With barely time to re-start
Full time whistle goes
A smiling knight of the realm goes radio rental
On the touch-line
As his cross town rival shakes hands
Then walks away, absolutely gutted.

8 Leave a comment on verse 8 0 Meanwhile angry West Londoners, from a distance
Harangue match official Mike Riley.
Questioning his:
Eye-sight, parentage and what colour shirt
He’s wearing under his lurid refereeing garb?

9 Leave a comment on verse 9 0 Football. The sport of the people
One minute up in heaven
The next disconsolate as disaster strikes.
Downing tepid beer
You walk dejected through the welcoming rays of sunlight
Up to the seats, to see the warm up.

10 Leave a comment on verse 10 0 For a West v North London derby
That though exciting in it’s own way
Will pale in comparison
To those electric few minutes just seen
Beamed in live from Old Trafford,
Downstairs on the drab concrete concourse.

11 Leave a comment on verse 11 0 When the Gods truly favoured Manch United.

9

Notes

The final frantic minutes at Old Trafford, Manchester. Yesterday lunch, watched with fellow Blues fans on telly, deep down in the bowels of Stamford Bridge, on another truly beautiful day for the people’s game.

You couldn’t have made the ending up, if you tried, could you? Blinding.

Yet another big mistake from Rio in another big game? With the World Cup coming up and all, take it easy son.

Peace

Kev.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/last-gasp-winner/