Why I must support Swindon Town at Forest Green

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Now I’m not sure if there’s a debate here
About determinism and free will,
Or whether there’s just some sort of reflection
On 50 years spent going to the match,
That LS Lowry feeling of being lost in a crowd,
That loss of sense of self that meant strangers were friends
And friends were never strangers,
For all was empathy and understanding,
And the boot was never on the other foot.
And you can talk as much Sociology,
Psychology or Philosophy as you like,
But the reason you trudged fortnightly to the game
Was because you enjoyed it and because, really,
How could you do anything else?
Who would do anything else?
You went because you loved the game,
And because you had loyalty to your mates,
And because you had a loyalty to your home town,
And because you had loyalty to your team,
And because the team was your town and your town was your team,
And because you were your town and your town was you,
In a syllogistic spiral that counted
For nothing when you put your scarf on –
For the minute wage differences that existed in a one-industry town,
And the fact that footballers didn’t earn much more than anyone else,
Meant that a happy commonality and solidarity
Suffused the town of Swindon!
And so you never imagined that your
Carefully choreographed movement
To and from the ground through the red-brick
Terrace streets of England
Was like some sort of scene from The Wasteland,
Nor did you see it as some sort of extension
Of typical male industrial working class historic traditions,
So that even when you were wearing the height of mod fashion,
You were in fact an anachronism,
For who would think like that?
Nor did you think, when you carefully read
Your programmes at half time,
Or when you re-read them at home,
Or swopped them, or used them,
So as to build up a store house
Of memory and fact and knowledge
About every facet and aspect of the game of Football
That you were, in fact, following i
In the footsteps of working class autodidacts,
The people who caught a glance at the classics
Within the rhythm of the pistons,
Or studied art or poetry or philosophy
Behind the foreman’s back,
Or beneath the chief clerk’s nose or by the ganger’s shovel,
Or by the candle in the attic;
And now just think, how many brilliant minds there were,
In that faceless crowd of so-called untutored intellect,
Living lives that The News Of The World
Never ever dreamed of,
There, in Swindon,
Richard Jefferies’
‘Chicago of the West.’



Editor Note: Forest Green Rovers take on Swindon Town time for the first ever time in the League on Friday Sept 22 2017.

It’s live on Sky. The way things are going for Forest Green, it could be the only time as they struggle to adapt to the step-up. But we believe.

Stuart is a lifelong Robins fan, but has been coming with me to games on and off for three seasons. He’s seen Forest Green miss out in the play offs twice, but was commendably there at Wembley with fellow Stroud poets in May to see FGR get into the league finally after 19 years in the Conference and a hundred and something as non-league side.

As a lifelong Blue (Chelsea fan) myself , but now a total Green, ||i can freally understand that it’s a dilemna for Stu indeed.

Bottom line, I don’t care what the (fair) weather man says, in my book it’s cool to follow two teams. No rules.

Especially if one of them is your local village team. Peace. Que Sera.

Nice one Stu.

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