Perspective
¶ 1
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Sons losing mothers
Daughters losing dads
Striker misses an open goal
Where’s the tragedy?
¶ 2
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Boys without dads
Girls minus mums
Goalkeeper dives over the ball
Where’s the tragedy?
¶ 3
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Mothers without sons
Dads deprived of daughters
Linesman flags inappropriately
Where’s the tragedy?
¶ 4
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Mothers devoid of daughters
Dads sans sons
Ref fouls up
Where’s the tragedy?
¶ 5
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Husbands losing wives
Wives losing husbands
Relegation staring in the face
Where’s the tragedy?
¶ 6
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Adults pining for partners
Children without siblings
Administration and points docked
Where’s the tragedy?
¶ 7
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This constant overuse
of an emotive word
drives me crazy …
Heyssel yes
Hillsborough yes
Bradford yes
Ibrox yes
Munich yes
¶ 8
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Granted, read this from the top one way
and the answer’s palpable
¶ 9
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But look again
re-read the first six stanzas
then think …
gone to school
gone to work
at a meeting
down the the pub
off to the shops;
put on a positive spin
imagine no life in tatters
and then it’s obvious –
football matters
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