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“The Real Thing”

Dulwich Poet

Thursday, March 20th, 2014

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Are you really interested?
Well seeing as you
Were nice enough to ask
I shall tell you exactly
What I did last night.
I saw a football match.
A proper one
In the flesh.
And by that I mean
Not one down the pub
Watching a fading glory
Post-Sir Alex
Manchester United
At their self proclaimed
Theatre of Dreams
Rescuing the remnants
Of their season
Which has been a failure
Within reason
From the comfort
Of a bar stool
At the local pub
A mere million and one
Proverbial miles from Manchester.
I was the only fan
To see Phil Wilson
Make his comeback from injury
Our collusus of a keeper
Squeezing into his shirt
Gracing the hallowed dirt
Of Theobalds Lane.
Capital League football
On the edge of the capital.
They say you must be crazy
To support a non-league team.
As a lifelong fan
Of the mighty Dulwich Hamlet
I concede I will give you that.
Just as “Don’t you wish
Your keeper was Phil Wilson”
As we sing behind the goal
(But not tonight
As I don’t do solos)
Conceded a second half equaliser…
In a Reserve Team match.
Did I not mention
This was the Stiffs
I went to see
Up at Cheshunt?
I concede that’s not crazy…
That’s mental!

Notes

(I wrote this on the way home from Cheshunt reserves 1, Dulwich Hamlet Reserves 1. It came about from the simple thought of how I would reply if someone from work tomorrow were to generally enquire as to what I did on my day off…)

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/the-real-thing/