Evening Euphoria
0-0,
The ninetieth minute at Kenilworth Road,
Unfulfilled expectant groan.
The referee bemoaned:
For this fractious affair,
His skimpy black attire
And lack of hair.
Chanting for one last attack
Like the trains behind the Bobbers,
Rattling,
"Steaming In."
Leaning forward intently as hope wears thin,
As do our nails,
We won't vote with our feet if the ball game fails.
Always back when The Kenny calls.
A hopeful chip forward,
The ball plummets.
A rebounding resonance of seats slamming back.
The pentagons spin and grace the turf,
The noise could notch up to no greater girth.
Or yet.
A divot in the net
From the leather sphere,
I've felt no better atmosphere.
"I've witnessed a thieving."
"Daylight robbery"
Preferably in the evening
When floodlights illuminate the away fans leaving.
"Cheerio"
A hopeful chip forward,
The ball plummets.
A rebounding resonance of seats slamming back.
The pentagons spin and grace the turf,
The noise could notch up to no greater girth.
Or yet.
A divot in the net
From the leather sphere,
I've felt no better atmosphere.
"I've witnessed a thieving."
"Daylight robbery"
Preferably in the evening
When floodlights illuminate the away fans leaving.
"Cheerio"
The preceding poem was published in Talk Of The Town: The Official Matchday Programme Of Luton Town Football Cub for the match between Luton Town and Nuneaton Town on Saturday 13th October 2012.
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