Turnstiles
¶ 1
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Waiting to get into the Brummie Road End
Is the only time I don’t mind queuing.
¶ 2
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The eager jostling and pre-match gossip –
(New signings, todays’ opposition, who’s in form),
Raises it divisions higher than the dismal drudgery
Of the dole queue and the bus stop.
¶ 3
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Blue and white shirts and scarves unite us
In pre-season hope and resolve –
Together we can take on the world and beat them!
(Or, at least, Swindon and Port Vale with a bit of luck).
¶ 4
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Dirty money changes hands for a crisp ticket –
Clutched closer than a winning lottery line, we emerge
Into the light (and a cursory frisking)
While we breathe in the contrasting aromas
Of stale urine and fresh programmes.
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