“What’s the score going to be?”
I asked my nephew Daniel, three.
“What do you think will be the score?
Will it be another draw?”
“How many goals will Swindon get?”
The bestest Chrismas present yet.
Will it be one, two, three or four?
Or yet another flippin’ draw?
So you think Town will get one?
The goalscorer? Of course, Fallon?
And what about fourth placed U’s?
Two? To give us all the blues?
You think that they’ll get none?
That means that we’ll have won!
Three points- cause for celebration,
jumping around in jubilation!
With seconds of the game to go,
ninety minutes of ebb and flow;
with the scores tied on no goals each,
the cross comes over. What a peach!
And I’m reminded of Daniel, three
and the words he said to me.
As Fallon- who else?- stoops to score
you should have heard the mighty roar.
As the Town record their win
I can see his impish grin,
his smile, his laugh, his wide-eyed cheek;
I shall ask him again next week!