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“Three Hours From Glory” (1 of 3)

Dulwich Poet

Thursday, June 9th, 2016

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 I can’t believe it’s finally arrived
Cup Final day at last
Something I have long dreamed for
Coming round so fast.
Yet it’s got nothing to do with Dulwich Hamlet
Or Millwall in the play-offs tomorrow
It’s the Oddset Pokal in Hamburg
That’s going to fill me with joy or sorrow.
In general football terms
Both them and us are small beer
The only thing that links us
Is our foundation year.
But through a chance meeting
Back in November 2010
Our two clubs have fallen in love
And we go back again and again.
Who would ever have thought it
There was history to this tale
Way back in 1925
They were vanquished by our Edgar Kail!
Ninety years later
Tables were turned at Champion Hill
But defeat was almost insignificant
It was fussball freundschaft & chill.
Today I almost feel like an intruder
An outsider looking in
But believe I’ll be one of the proper Altona
If we pull off a shock and win.

Notes

(I wrote this on the way to the Hamburg Cup Final, between Altona 93, who are close friends with my team Dulwich Hamlet; the opposition were Eintracht Norderstedt, who are in the league above)

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/three-hours-from-glory-1-of-3/