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What Football Means to Us

Birko and Butlers

Sunday, March 2nd, 2008

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Losing 1-0 at home and feeling really fed up,
Driving home listening to James Alexander Gordon,
Watching a tractor ploughing a brown soil furrow,
With a crowd of gulls silhouetted in the sunset.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 The miracle of reading Gerald Mortimer’s descriptions,
Hector’s and O’Hare’s exploits in the Green-Un,
On the Belper 90 just one hour after the final whistle –
And checking on the attendance!

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 The anticipation, the journey to the game,
The crowds outside. It’s the cold wind,
The inevitability of disappointment,
The dubious refereeing.
It’s the feeling of sitting there,
Thinking “Why am I here?”
Knowing you’ll do it again.

© birkonbutlers

Notes

We each had a couple of mnutes at dinner last night to pen something. My nephew Saul is over from N.Z. for my mother’s funeral and we watched Swindon lose at home to Leeds. Andy is obviously a Rams-man. He was pleased that we met ex-Ram and STFC striker Andy Rowland in the street. It was good to see John Summerbee in Stroud too!

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/what-football-means-to-us/