“Mythical Magic”

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 If you speak to
A non-league fan
He’ll tell you
There’s no such thing
As the ‘Magic of the Cup’.
For Shoreham
It’s a nice day out
Up to London
To take on The Hamlet.
For us? A Cup run?
From Dulwich?
You’re ‘aving a bubble!
Cliché corner
It’s the hope I can’t stand
Third qualifying round
Tantalisingly close
A million miles away
In reality
But near enough
To grasp out at
Touch, breathe
Allow yourself to
Live the dream.
Is it any consolation
To have witnessed
The goal of the season
From the boot of our
Little footballing god Erhan?
The simple answer is
A big fat giant huge
Resounding NO!
As I scour the internet
In my lunch break
Seeing who
Hemel Hempstead Town have drawn
In the fourth and final
Qualifying round
Just to check
Who we should have
Been playing.



Even after you get knocked out of the FA Cup you wonder ‘what might have been’. Hemel have been drawn at home to Sutton United.

Source: https://footballpoets.org/poems/mythical-magic/