Ted Hughes and Crow at Turf Moor (To P. Maguire)
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In that factory land, Ted Hughes country,
with its dour names, Oswaldtwistle, Bury,
Hebden Bridge, Mytholmroyd, Heptonstall,
the ‘Pool brought their hopes
¶ 2
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of FA Cup glory, but with a second string team,
all the young lads, plus an out of sorts Hyppia
and an under-scrutiny Dudek,
versus the claret and blue’s best,
our manager’s gambit
destined to fail
in the January mud.
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Did Ted’s ghost smile
as Crow worked his tricks,
when Burnley’s Chaplow centered
and Traore dithered, only to fumble
the ball into his own net?
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