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Questions On….The Way Home!

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 With a spring in your step,
A slight strain on your throat
Did you listen to everything said?
From those damning the ref,
To the manager’s coat
Or the Benny hat sat on his head? *

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Did the crowded streets
Shine in the evening
As the lights up above them, beam down?
On desparing fans of the team
You’d just beaten
Making haste to a coach, by a burial ground?

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Were restaurant winders
Reflecting your joy?
As you pass in a flash with your mates?
Did Chinese and Indian
Take-a-way delivery boys
Stand back in awe from the crowd to make way?

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 Was the treading in horse dung
The least of your woes
When you trampled through West London streets?
As toffee nosed young ones
Along Fulham Road
Seem oblivious to what this victory means?

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 Did you lavish your praises
On all of the team
For getting scant hopes back on track?
So come future days
At least till the end of this season
The back pages of Redtops ain’t black?

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 Were you doing your sums
As you rolled down the street
With thousands of like-minded souls?
As kids with their mums
And dads try to keep
An eye on our for/against goals?

7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 Did you relive
The wonderful moments
When D. Luis flicked that one in?
Or as Ramires
Carved Man City open
In the moment we knew….. that we’d win?

8 Leave a comment on verse 8 0 As you sat down
In Nandos to dinner
Match winning incidents replay in your mind.
Would maybe now
Be a good time to consider
Your dying asperations…. very much alive?

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Notes

The above poem is about what one see’s and has racing through the mind-set, post the match action and final result, whilst on the way back indoors.

It’s a long shot but we’re still in there with a shout, given other teams results have left us in with a squeak of a chance at the title so… who knows?

*A Benny hat refers to Carlo Ancelotti’s niave choice of head gear worn once to a match up North during a typical English downpour, leaving him soaked to the proverbial, and looking akin to the famed character in televisons top notch Midlands motel extravanganza entitled Crossroads!

Peace.

Kev.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/questions-on-the-way-home/