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The Unthinkable

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 What would life be like
Without football
It would be like half-time
Full of ritual and necessity
Welcomed only for its brevity

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Pacing up and down the stairwells
Talking, scrolling, texting
Down two pints in ten minutes
Then swear about your leaky defence
As you elbow your way to the gents

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Fur fabric mascots
Manufacture happiness
As they throw sweets to the kids
Your mate laughs till he cries
When you get a Starburst right in the eye

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 The teams reappear
Refs whistle blows
The crowd trickle back to their seats
Reality takes over once more
All that matters now is the score

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Notes

In life, and in football, we need goals.

At Norwich City, (now that the stilt-walkers are a distant memory) we positively look forward to half-time, it’s the only period of the game when we’re not worried about conceding…but, that could all change next season. We could surprise a few people.

We won’t win many games but we could surprise a few people.


Editor’s note :

‘elbow your way to the gents’ ?!?!?!?!

a case of poetic licence for the sake of the rhyme?

Or is Carrow Road like many other stadiums, i.e. male centric in the services department?

😉

Clik

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/the-unthinkable/