1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Waiting to get into the Brummie Road End
Is the only time I don’t mind queuing.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 The eager jostling and pre-match gossip –
(New signings, todays’ opposition, who’s in form),
Raises it divisions higher than the dismal drudgery
Of the dole queue and the bus stop.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Blue and white shirts and scarves unite us
In pre-season hope and resolve –
Together we can take on the world and beat them!
(Or, at least, Swindon and Port Vale with a bit of luck).

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 Dirty money changes hands for a crisp ticket –
Clutched closer than a winning lottery line, we emerge
Into the light (and a cursory frisking)
While we breathe in the contrasting aromas
Of stale urine and fresh programmes.

Source: https://footballpoets.org/poems/turnstiles/