“Ticking Away”
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It’s an unseasonal summer Sunday
Sat in a sunny Glasgow non-league ground
A very minor womens football game
With hardly any people around.
This is Benburb FC
Who had a proud old ground next door
Now on that plot is houses
That have made their future secure.
No more postponements in the winter
With a new-fangled 3G pitch
Enough to ensure survival
Even though it won’t make them rich.
Not a venue to excite the ‘hoppers’
Hardly groundhopping porn
But for all involved at Benburb
It heralds a new dawn.
I was lucky to get to their old place
When it was still around
Make that more of a pilgrimage
Rather than just tick a football ground.
For the old Tinto Park
Was almost like a Scottish Champion Hill
Certainly one of my ‘football bucket list’
Down my spine it sent a chill.
This new Tinto Park is functional
But it will never be the same
Nice to compare old and new
So I’m still glad I came.
Not sure who is playing….
A Glasgow Rangers womens team are at home
All I know it was listed on the internet
With a 12 o’clock kick off shown.
Fifteen minutes on the clock
And it’s already two nil to the Hun
The standard’s not great but watchable
This is how I get my holiday fun.
Sat in a no-descript functional stadium
Getting high on my football fix
Mr. ‘Anonymous Sad Git’
Hiding in a crowd of twenty six.
It’s my penultimate game of the season
With one more tomorrow night
Then there’s only about a month to go
Until the first pre-seasons are in sight!
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