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Oxford City 1 – Chesterfield 2

Rowan Waller

Wednesday, August 30th, 2023

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Tuesday night football, but it feels like you’re cheating
when the air in front of your face doesn’t fog up, just breathing.
But there we were, a balmy 18 degrees,
sky blushing pink over the JR,
six hundred Spireites busting the roof off the shed,
and almost fourteen-hundred in total at the RAW, someone said.
Two losses on the bounce and up against promotion favourites…
So it’s a burger and chips and a catch-up on the tarmac,
then the whistle blows and off we go and Tuesday nights are back.
“Come on City!” someone shouts hopefully…
The ball pings around; long balls get smothered and punted back;
a beautiful take from Canice stops an attack and we all clap…
and then ten minutes in we suddenly start to think:
hang on a tick – we’re in this…
Form’s good; quick on the break; passing play and the boys are looking strong;
and though Chesterfield are there in full-throated song
you sense by the half hour mark they’re worried something’s wrong.
Nil-Nil at forty-three minutes, fans sneak off to beat the rush for the bar,
and the conversations are the same:
“Tell you what, mate, we’re in this game!”
“Three points incoming!” and “We’re only gonna win it!”
But then someone comes through with:
“Conceded from a blimmin’ corner – last minute.”

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Ah, b******s.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 That spices things up, as The 1882 splits into it’s usual mix
of resigned tutters, aged nutters and optimists
(plus one or two who just came for the craic and a beer).
Drinks drained, fans merge back into the City crowd as play gets underway…
and Marsh Lane finds its voice again, as the boys come out in full display,
pushing hard, quick to counter… and then maybe it’s a bit of luck
but Parker’s through and into the net
with a side footed strike the ball get’s tucked,
to the sound of whoops and hoots and cheers and hoarding boards thumping
and the Hoops are bouncing and everyone knows we’re seeing something…
And we are – a beautiful half hour reminder of who we are,
and but for another inch stretched for a toe-poke in,
or a more solid forehead on the end of an Ashby cross, who knows…?
But then comes the hammer blow as Will Grigg shows
he’s still on fire,
at eighty-eight minutes,
and the Shed End erupts
so close to the wire,
and crestfallen Hoops watch the minutes dwindle down
to chalk another loss…

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 But we all saw that glimmer, and twitter’s already pinging
with Chesterfield fans, magnanimous in winning,
saying: you deserve to be here.
And you know what, if a draw might have felt like a win,
a loss played like this feels at least a draw, at three games in,
building into our own with forty three still left to play…
and there does seem something just a little more relaxed
about the way that Brian tips his cap, and says: we go again at Halifax.

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 #rowanthepoem

Notes

Oxford City’s third game in the National League 23/24 season was a Tuesday Night home game against favourites Chesterfield – two losses in a row thus far and this became the third loss in a row… but, home and away fans alike thought the Hoops were unlucky not to get points from this one… maybe even three points! So it was another loss but the expectation definitely building down at Marsh Lane.

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Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/oxford-city-1-chesterfield-2/