Premiership Pipe Dream

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 20 years ago, now, when
Bodin’s blast kissed the back
of the Leicester net;
when we stood to a man
on our Wembley seats and
punched the air in wonder
at our achievement;
when we pleaded with Hoddle
not to leave us in the lurch,
only to learn he’d already
sold his soul to the devil
cunningly disguised as Ken Bates.
20 years ago when we planned
trips to the Theatre of Dreams,
to Anfield, Highbury, Leeds.
We got stuffed, thrashed, had
our noses bloodied, emerged with
battered pride barely intact:
100 goals conceded the ‘reward’
for our sojourn into the unchartered
waters of the Premiership.
But d’you know what?
I wouldn’t change it for the world.
Fast forward 20 years on
to the present day and we are
still little old Swindon:
average League 1 team,
gates still the same;
experiencing the rollercoaster of emotions
that come with following a lower league team.
Light years away from the Premiership.
But d’you know what?
I wouldn’t change that for the world either.



An incredible 20 years have passed since Swindon beat Leicester 4-3 at Wembley. Suddenly I came over all nostalgic.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/premiership-pipe-dream/