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Once it was Chelsea; an innocent dalliance
In the days of Hudson, Hutch, Ossie and co.
And even United, a Bobby Charlton jigsaw
My pride and joy. Then it got more serious –
Leeds of the ’70s – hated by most but not by
Me. It was their kit, their style, their nous. Still,
They hold a charm, all these years long gone.
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Bit like an affair, a dangerous flirtation that will
End in tears. But you always return to your first
Flame – the team of your home town. Their faults,
Their frustrations all too real. In my case, a fifties
Wonderclub fallen from grace; no more than a name
To you, maybe. But to me, they’re everything; once
England’s best – Wolverhampton Wanderers F.C.
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So now, I’ve confessed. It’s the Wolves I adore; nigh
On forty years, for better or worse. Ups and downs,
Times when faith was tested to the limit, and beyond..
But what else can you do ? It’s your life, your being,
Your obligation. Hopes raised, then dashed yet again.
But I keep on going – not so often these days, but the
Spark remains; the allure is still there. Love endures.