Thunder in the Hills
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A pale Lancashire sun
Lingers briefly
Over the mud and grass
That is Turf Moor,
As it welcomes the arrival
Of Burnley and Blackburn.
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The two Lancashire rivals battling it out
For a place in the FA Cup quarter finals
Both sides needing points in their league,
Both sides anxiously
Chasing the glory
That is the FA Cup.
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It’s not pretty, and footballing passion
Runs high in these neighbours hearts,
More so in a derby confrontation
This passion,
Sadly,
Fails to translate into pitch action.
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Deadlocked,
In a Lancashire stand-off
The games potential of blood and thunder
Turns into a game
Of thud and blunder
As neither side makes headway.
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Five minutes of time added,
And a prat runs onto the park,
But is soon bundled off to the cells.
One of the afternoon’s few exciting moments.
A drawn game,
Badly suffering from the burden of great potential.
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