Swindown
¶ 1
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So the Town are down – finally.
Season-long struggle ends
with draw at Ashton Gate.
Not good enough to
preserve parlous League One status.
¶ 2
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From the urine soaked terraces
of Somerton Park Newport in ’82
to the backless bucket seats of Bristol,
the wheel has turned full circle.
¶ 3
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First team from the Premier
to plummet down the leagues.
Lack of ambition in the boardroom
and poor performances on the pitch
means we’ll ply our trade in the basement.
¶ 4
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Tears tinged with optimism
as a knight in shining armour
gallops into town to save us
from serious ignimony.
¶ 5
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A club that tests your loyalty to the full,
but we’ll still be there next season
with the dwindling hard core –
Swindon ’til I die.
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