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The football scores

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 The early April afternoon was glorious.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 The daffs were out, I felt Wordsworthian.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 You’d come down from York to look

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 at houses. We caroused that evening

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 with old friends in the Railway Tavern –

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 they used to serve a lovely drop there,

7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 now apartments handy for the station –

8 Leave a comment on verse 8 0 talking football as usual,

9 Leave a comment on verse 9 0 about our bankrupt team’s past triumphs,

10 Leave a comment on verse 10 0 and how we’d probably never fight in a war.

11 Leave a comment on verse 11 0 Went back to your parents’ place for coffee.

12 Leave a comment on verse 12 0 Your dad had seen placards in the tube

13 Leave a comment on verse 13 0 ordering Paras to return to Aldershot.

14 Leave a comment on verse 14 0 We switched on the BBC at midnight;

15 Leave a comment on verse 15 0 Argies 1, England 0. Where in the world …?

16 Leave a comment on verse 16 0 And then, heads swimming,

17 Leave a comment on verse 17 0 the final straw; Chelsea football club

18 Leave a comment on verse 18 0 had been bought for £1 by the vice-chairman

19 Leave a comment on verse 19 0 of Wigan. For one beer-befuddled moment

20 Leave a comment on verse 20 0 I wasn’t sure which news was more serious.

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Notes

I wrote this poem several years back, about an event that happened almost 40 years ago … the Argentinian invasion of the Falklands. Ownership of Chelsea football club changed hands on the same day back then … for £1. The purchase was by a Mr Ken Bates. By an odd coincidence of war and football the same thing is happening again … although this time the Russian oligarch Roman Abramovich, who bought Chelsea from Bates, wants several billions for the club, it is said.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/the-football-scores/