where minnows dream

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 what is it about the third round of the cup?

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 more magic than the Secret Garden
when you find yourself in it
on that great day

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 and more than the respite
from lower region relegation struggles
or where you are
in relation to the big three
or whether you can stay in the league at all
no – it’s deeper
and though you can’t nail it
you feel it
every time

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 feel it at Telford
feel it at Scarborough –
feel it at Watford
feel it at Arsenal

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 and just to ice it
a new year sprinkle of snow
like fairy dust
on days like this
where minnows dream

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 and nine or ninety – who will not feel
this is it
your year
your name on the trophy
your time to fantasize..

7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 and scouring the games – those impossible pairings
the cup throws up .
it’s hearts in mouths time
of lambs to the slaughter or lions to the humbling
and playing above your very self
nothing to lose – nothing to fear
when you’re out of your league
with faces painted
it’s david and goliath meets school- band v Westlife
and who’s to say
carpe diem
this might just be your moment

8 Leave a comment on verse 8 0 but tell me friend
whose neutral head cannot but fail to leap
when Cheltenham take the lead at Fulham
with leagues between them –
or eyes strain at Kidderminster
when smoke from passing steam-trains
wafts over like fifties mists or war pea-soupers?

9 Leave a comment on verse 9 0 or Yeovil where twenty victims fell before
down Huish’s long gone and dreaded slope
or dodgy goals that did or didn’t cross that line?

10 Leave a comment on verse 10 0 and then all too soon it’s over..
no non- league team in the final
no Man United at home
no mega pay-day or trip to Anfield
not this year anyway
but hey
you know in your heart
you really need to concentrate on the league
(and staying in it)

11 Leave a comment on verse 11 0 but still – above it all..
isn’t it just the way
that always
no sadder sight to see
than one more
hand carved in love
and now discarded
fa cup
lying trampled
in the rain

Source: https://footballpoets.org/poems/where-minnows-dream/