Silence, Smoke and Darkness Fell
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| Compare this with the current state of affairs from this week-end, below... |
It reminded me of a criminal court.
The silence fell,
Like smog on post-war cities, and
Punctuated only by the thudding
Of replacements’ boots on balls
And the distant screeching of a mobile phone.
It reminded me of complete abandonment.
Cigar smoke fell,
Like mist on dew-damp grass and
Permeated the stench of turf,
Of nursed playing surface
And the Black Country announcer’s galling drone.
It reminded me of curious dreams.
A darkness fell,
Like fear on stark, trashed streets and
Proliferated by the sinister degeneration
Of callous, uncaring humanity
And the viral hate, which has rapidly grown.
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| Half-time and the spooks were about... |
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| OMG!!! Smoking in the grandstand... |
Pete Ray
September 2008
I wrote this on my first visit to Noose Lane, when Willenhall Town lost 1-3 to Retford United and it was oddly silent during an eerie half-time break...
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| Is this Lye Town in disguise? |
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| Looks better black... |
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| Old entrance... |
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| No nice path to walk upon... |
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| Not a BAD view... |
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| The Shed... |
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| Aspray of light... (Geddit?) |
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| Seats taken as red... |
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| Spaceship hovers with the officials from Sporting Khalsa inside, pondering the takeover of Noose Lane some years hence... Willenhall striker McKenzie took a blow from a high boot by Retford's White during the game and blood seeped onto the shaken forward's shirt. The referee told him he must change it, obviously, due to the blood's presence but McKenzie retorted: "Why? The shirt's red anyway..." I liked that. |
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