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Last minute corner whilst bursting for a wee

James Foy

Monday, January 12th, 2004

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Hard tackle from our full-back and the ball bobbles free.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 The whistle blows.
The opposition take their positions in the box.
Can they break the dead-lock of this dreary, cold 0-0 encounter?

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Our cup run depends on this moment.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 The half-time pint throbs in my bladder. No time for the loo before the corner is taken.

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 “Mark a man! Get it out!”

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 The ball swerves into the area, icy November wind carrying it on its way. Now hopping from one foot to the other, it’s touch and go.

7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 Bladder throbbing, bursting with pain. Heart thumping, the earth stops moving.

8 Leave a comment on verse 8 0 The big centre half makes contact, thumps it hard.

9 Leave a comment on verse 9 0 The keeper dives, misses, too many pies. Ball in corner of net.

10 Leave a comment on verse 10 0 Behind the goal, the fans go wild. Silence sweeps through our stand. Bladder now beyond all hope.

11 Leave a comment on verse 11 0 1-0. The final whistle goes. Another year of mid-table mediocrity. Out the cup. The dream is over.

12 Leave a comment on verse 12 0 Tears of pain and shame run down my face.
And leg.

Notes

This is not based on personal experience.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/last-minute-corner-whilst-bursting-for-a-wee/