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Trampolining

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 There doesn’t seem to be a clear pace-setter,
careering through the fixtures with incision.
There’s not one club that seems a whole lot better
than all the other teams in the division.
Everybody’s waiting to see whether
someone’s going to string some wins together;
and if, by chance, one of the eight teams does,
I only hope to heaven that it’s us.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Some years are odd, but this one’s even odder –
all pre-season forecasts need revision.
No club seems they’ll end up canon-fodder
for all the other teams in the division.
The form book can be thrown out of the window;
you can’t believe the pundits in the Indo.
But if a team starts hearing warning bells,
I only hope to heaven it’s not Shels.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 The table changes, seemingly at random,
whenever it comes up on television.
We’re trampolining up and down in tandem
with every other team in the division.
Some weeks we’re glum; some weeks we’re in fine fettle,
thinking we’re the ones to grasp the nettle.
A string of wins would give one team a buzz –
I only hope to heaven that it’s us.

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Notes

The first few games in the First Division this season have been all over the place. Written for the Shels v Wexford Youths programme this Friday

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/trampolining/