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Open Session

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Closed books. We simply couldn’t read them.
Open training sessions traced a line of logic
across our columns. It was errant. Non-existent.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 The real plan was made behind the double doors
behind the double doors and down the corridor.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 It was verbal and written on a whiteboard.
It was whispered and scrawled in note form.
It was a small look and a typed letter,
a phone call entirely untraceable.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 In the office was an audience of one.
There was no-one else to like, demur
or applaud. What was said would remain
behind closed doors. So we made notes

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 on patterns which would never happen
in the game, runs they were never coached
to make, misleading chats with assistants,
tattoos and drills which threw us off the scent.

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Notes

This relates in part to the story of Celtic’s Champions League victory, before which they held an open training session populated by ringers and hangers-on. The Inter Milan squad watched and later admitted to a false sense of security.

I was also thinking about how in an age of media/social media saturation we can feel we know the truth about people when we probably don’t.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/open-session/