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Sky Blue Obsession

Ronnie Goodyer

Monday, January 11th, 2010

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 I blame my father.
At six years old, the smell,
no, pure essence of hot meat pies
on a frost-cold night,
quick breaths when a bite taken,
to ease the burning gravy.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Took me all those years,
all those damp trips to Huddersfield
and other faraway places with
odd-sounding names. The Sky Blues,
becoming my team, my obsession.
Terrace white-coats later, my father
no longer here, alone with our tribe.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Through the suffering of too many
defeats, the boredom of damp girl-friends,
the fear of ‘crews’ from bigger teams
rushing to where you wear the sky-blue.
Through the trip to London to see my
obsession defeat the Mighty Spurs
and win the F.A. Cup, and the noisy
drunken coach where we could all
have died then and there, happy in our heaven.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 Now, Highfield Road demolished,
the mighty Ricoh Arena poised for success.
But we’re still mostly rubbish.
But always my rubbish;
my immaculate disappointments

Notes

A lifetime love affair with Coventry City FC

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/sky-blue-obsession/