Watching England with Carol Ann Duffy

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 It seems like a dream now:
the 1-4 scoreline;
Lampard’s goal that never was;
watching the game with Carol Ann Duffy.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 She turned up amid the half-time gloom
in the pub, asked if it was ok
to sit near the TV. I made some crack
about political-historical contexts
and Nazi fugitives, and why Uruguayan
officials might favour Germans.
She half-smiled: that’s when I guessed.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 The sort of joke you only make watching footie.
Sport and literature don’t mix,
well, not in my book. But I peppered the goal
with witty apercus, thinking England’s
laureate might write about the Three Lions
who had watched the match with her,
read it that night at the arts festival.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 She didn’t, of course. Although at one point
she did ask if Crouch had come on.
The referee blew. Did England’s worst
World Cup finals beating mean
I should give up football for poetry?
The camera lingered on Capello, the tabloid target.
He should be carrying an umbrella, she said.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/watching-england-with-carol-ann-duffy/