Old Boy at the Match

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Peering myopically through thick
National Health lenses
the old boy watches the game,
perched precariously on red plastic seat.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Air filled not with expletives
but with pearls of wisdom;
reminders of a different era entirely:
wing halfs, inside forwards and outside rights.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Opening comment a joy:
“Come on Swindon, put on a show!”
As if he were at the theatre,
all the world’s a pitch.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 Yet when you look at him
you just know the old boy is
kicking every ball, living every moment
to support the team he loves.

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 A lifetime of devotion
to a team in red and white;
a lesson to all those
once a season wonders..

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 There he is every game,
filling moments of silence
with rare nuggets,
urging his team on.

7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 “Find your wingers,” another favourite;
rather wasted on a team
bereft of wide men, a team
who like to lump it long to the big man.

8 Leave a comment on verse 8 0 Then, last week-end,
an absolute classic:
“Swindon expects every man
to do his duty.”

9 Leave a comment on verse 9 0 Not resembling a sergeant-major
barking out his orders,
rather a doctor gently cajoling
a long-suffering patient.

10 Leave a comment on verse 10 0 Sadness behind those thick lenses
as the final whistle blows
and the old boy
shuffles slowly home.



The chap who sits across the aisle from me at the County Ground is absolutely great. His one-liners fill the air; he has kept coming to all the home games when many others have long since given up.

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