1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Old Trafford in December:
Masochistic snow-flurries and charlatan winds;
but every numbed finger
was warmed through
by the streams of fire from the pitch.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 McIlroy was good,
the Greenhoffs and Buchan fought all they could,
but nothing could silence the symphony of passing
from the boys in blue and white:
Batson to Statham to Bomber.
Robson to Ally, Cunningham beats two…
Backheel from Regis… Cantello-
goal of the season!

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Three apiece at Half Time,
but time enough yet for the swansong:
poor Bailey was inspired
and still let in five!
A day to remember; a day to feel alive.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 Over forty-five thousand saw Albion triumph;
on a day the buses and trains
were on strike.

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 (Manchester United 3 West Bromwich Albion 5)
what a day……..


Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/on-strike/