The pressure was on. Getting to Norwich,
A town that seems as remote as the moon,
In time for the kick-off at three, for which
The tickets were bought, but not leaving soon
Enough. Through the busy Peaks, and through town
After town: Chesterfield, Mansfield, Newark,
Spalding, Sleaford, King’s Lynn; clock counting down,
Still fifty miles to go, and then to park,
Pick up the tickets. Time to run, not walk
Which we did, sitting down near to the pitch
As the ref blew the whistle; worries blown
Away, and we sat back and talked our talk
About football, starting our usual bitch
About the quality, or lack of, shown!
Sat 16 Aug 2008
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