watching football : what do you actually see?
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there he was
just over Martin O’Neill’s shoulder
attentive in the seats
focused on the game
an ordinary punter –
but there was something different about him
his eyes, were looking up to the sky
not following the pattern of play
and I wondered why –
then I saw his white stick
and it clicked –
but he wasn’t any different
his heart was still thumping
the camera caught him and his friends, jumping
in delight
when the Bhoy’s scored
and all was bright
the floodlights at Celtic Park, lit up the dark
smiles, lit up their faces
and his beloved team, lifted his heart
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