Once I watched a match on CEEFAX
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Two weeks in the Dordogne in ’96
and we faced an agonising wait
to find out the results in the paper:
beaming smiles and whoops of joy
greeted the news that emergency striker
Murray’s volley had stolen the points for Town.
Some years later I watched a match on CEEFAX:
no goals each as I recall.
Pacing the joint in Portugal
it was CEEFAX again:
Northampton 1 Town 1 – Roberts pen;
point away always satisfactory.
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Now technology rules.
Lounging around a Lanzarote cafe
watching the main match on Al Jazeera
with regular updates from boys’ Smartphones:
chances made and missed;
yellow cards brandished;
woodwork struck;
solitary goal conceded as
Swindon slump to opening day defeat.
No need for CEEFAX now.
Yet I still yearn for the
halcyon days of the Dordogne:
anticipation and adrenaline of not knowing.
Something missing now.
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