Sunday 15 March 2015

FOGGED OFF AT St AUSTELL: a poem...

Totally Fogged Off…

Fog clung damp and needy to St Austell:
Confusing, bemusing and infusing
Poltair Park with a wispy camouflage,
Where players stood, hardly enthusing…

The referee, maybe ‘having a laugh’,
Colluded, deluded and concluded
That the match should go ahead,
Shocking those present, myself included…

Fans accuse linesmen of poor vision anyway,
Berating, castigating and deflating
Them, so with no sight of the opposite touchline here,
The fog would obviously not affect their rating…

The goalkeepers’ visibility was severely dulled,
Impaired, restricted and affected
So that shots from deep and deliveries of crosses
Would deceive them, rendering them dejected…

AFC St Austell, the Lillywhites, paled in white,
Faded, shaded and pervaded
The swirling mists, as Bodmin, beacons in yellow,
Could nearly be spotted, unaided…

After just over a minute, the game was abandoned;
Annoying, disillusioning and frustrating
Those who had been certain no game could be played,
Who were left to claim refunds by queuing…

Oddly, I had videoed the one piece of ‘action’:
Watched, saved and uploaded
To my blog, yet somehow, ridiculously,
It has, to over 10,000 hits exploded…

Pete Ray
March, 2015…





Poltair Park, March 2015 and an important league clash between FA Vase semi-finalists St Austell and local rivals Bodmin Town. The referee erred bigtime… He will forever carry that evening with him.
But then again, maybe not, for he’s a referee….



  

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