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Why do we go even though we know it’s Rubbish?

Stuart Butler

Friday, February 6th, 2009

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Compulsion. Learned compulsion.
Peer-group imitation. Addiction.
Superstition. Repetition. Identification.
Inheritance through family.
Sense of community. Unity
Past, Present and Future as an epiphany.
The team is an extension of Your-self.
Forget your troubles. Mental health.
You’re not alone. Lose your-self.
You’re only really alive when you’re there.
It helps you accept that life’s unfair.
If you don’t go then they’ll lose.
Mates. The Pub. The booze.
It might be The Once in a Lifetime Game,
(Even though it’s always the same.)
Everyone can have their say.
All differences dissolve away.
Security. Purpose. Meaning. Collectibles.
It makes Us versus Them acceptable.
It allows people to act aggressively.
It is a repository of memory.
It is where you can share your Theatre of Dreams.
You are in theirs’. And they are in your’s.
Remember? In the smoke and in the floodlight beams?

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Yet, the calendar of ritual is always the same,
Whenever Saturday, or Sunday, or Monday, or Friday,
Or Tuesday, or Wednesday, or Thursday
Comes. It passes away the Time.
(As does this rhyme).

© Stuart Butler

Notes

Snowed off today, so here I am in a madelaine Proustian frame of mind, remembering the winter of 62-3 and all those Swindon games I have been to through my life, and wondering why….

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/why-do-we-go-even-though-we-know-its-rubbish/