Thanks, F.A.

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 The coming of spring, it’s semi final time – and almost
There – twin towers beckoning (or an arch, at least).
So why spoil it all, for the sake of a few extra quid
To repay the loans. Why spoil the magic, the sheer
Uncertainty, the novelty of a club ground as neutral
Host. The last step to take – Wembley a unique prize.
Balloons, streamers on a blustery, sunlit afternoon in
Birmingham, or Sheffield or Manchester as partisans
Make clear their allegiance in colour and song. Some
Classic encounters, some dour battles too. But it was
Part of the mystique, whoever won through; another
Cup tradition removed, by the very body it represents.


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