Football Poets

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A bitter Marsh Lane for Kidderminster,
Cup o’ Bovril and a piping hot Ginsters,
Or something just like one, from out o’ the hatch,
And then, there’s the whistle, and eyes one the match;
Both teams promoted, with something to prove,
the hoops were the first to make their move,
with a classic scramble in front of goal
And Andre Burley to bundle it home.

A pretty tense and even affair,
Chances at either end, to be fair,
But then Canice Carol played one through
And Olly Sanderson made it two.

– (And what a belter that was.)

Two nil up then, and riding high
And three minutes left to go til half time…
But football, well, it’s a funny old game –
The way a game turns… ahhh; you feel my pain.

First, a foul that wasn’t a foul
Earning Parker a yellow, that was never a yellow,
Which led to a corner that wasn’t a corner,
That led to a pen, that was never a pen,
Which led to a goal at the Nick of half time…
And I’ll take your word that their next was sublime,
‘Cos I admit, I heard the away crowd cheer
Just after the break… but, I was still at my beer.

From two nil up, to a level two-two,
What more from the boys in the white and blue?
A decent enough display, but in fact
What we had was a bit like a Tier 6 scrap,
Between these two newly promoted teams,
Both of them chasing an identical dream,
And after a hundred minutes of fight and toil,
These drop-zone rivals shared the spoils.

Well; that point puts us on twenty-one
From twenty two played… so not a lot wrong.
Game twenty-three next – so let’s fill The Shed
Mark halfway with three points ‘gainst Maidenhead…

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Circulum in Excelsis (Hoops on High!)

1/
Home to Woking, here awoken were the City boys;
and, thus awakened, broken was grim storyline
that, with glowering shadow thereto threatened;
token of our doubtful minds.

2/
Yet, so doubting, could hopeful hearts in expectation truly differ
for next outing, memory still fresh with how next foe made suffer,
just one season past?

3/
Thirty Hoops would travel thence, there to face their Fleet amassed.
Thirty Hoops would travel there, witness to a Fleet aghast,
as Kpekawa showed his power, just five minutes on the clock,
and then McEachran, City’s weapon, dealt the Fleet a second shock;
another one from Sanderson, in second half set well alight
and then McQueen, a waking dream; and so the Hoops ran out of sight..

4/
Two wins; does this a run though make? It’s good to hear this type of talk!
Perhaps one just begun, I’ll make
my mind up Tuesday night, in York.

#rowanthepoem

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