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POSTMORTEM

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 It was a game of two halves
and we were crap in both of them,
we reflected,
blowing the froth off our pints
in long, dejected sighs.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 If only we didn’t have a defence
as watertight as the Titanic;
or a striker
who couldn’t score in a brothel…
then we’d be one of those quality sides.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 After rearranging beer mats
into 4-4-2 formations
(and then heatedly debating
the value of wingbacks)
we trudged home through virgin snow,

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 mulling whether the same chat
took place in bars from Barcelona to Milan…
(but then, they hadn’t just lost
at home to Crewe-
so the answer’s probably… no).

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Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/postmortem/