“Sick Liverpool Fan”
¶ 1
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The match;
The day of reckoning:
The long awaited gargantuan clash
Where cash is splashed
On bright banners,
And bars are packed
With fervent hopes and the
Biting banter of friendly rivals.
¶ 2
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Suddenly – A headed goal!
The pendulum of emotions is set in motion:
Will we hang on? We need another?
Which sub? Which tactic?
The raucous cheers and booming boos
Take turns to fill each bittersweet second.
¶ 3
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Bodies on the line –
Backs to the wall –
Fighting to survive –
In the stupefying circus of dreams.
¶ 4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 The show can’t go on.
¶ 5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 And it doesn’t.
¶ 6
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As an ashen-faced casualty lies inert
The frosted reality pierces my passion:
All fumes of festivity evaporate,
Replaced by the sad sobriety of shock and sorrow.
I truly am – a “sick Liverpool fan.”
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