Terrace Violence

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Lovingly hand painted
the red and white blur
of the rasping corn crake
came to a sudden and
unexpected stop on the
bald head of a late comer.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 He was climbing the final
steps onto the terraces.
I looked down
he looked up
his face pinched in pain
hand already rubbing broken skin.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Funny how you remember things like that.
It must have been 40 years or so ago.
I can`t remember who we played
or who`s autograph I stood in line for.
Was it Fogarty or Hurley ?



It was halfway up the Roker End at Sunderland beside an entrance/exit that I stood whizzing the rattle. It actually happended, It`s one of many snap shots of life that you accumulate over the years. It must have been around 1960/61time that it occured. Ambrose Fogarty [ great name] Charley Hurley [ great hero ].

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/terrace-violence/