THE MOUTHY FAN AT COALVILLE, 2011...

Coalville, The Mouthy Fan...

He arrived quite late,

Had expected that parking would be tough

And so he had travelled by omnibus, undaunted, demonstrative,

Alone.

He carried a stick,

Had hobbled through the perimeter grass

And so, he had squatted near to me, an undeniably remonstrative

Clone.

He sported an ear-stud,

Had carried a good deal of weight

And so he had dropped it nearby, quite unerringly, heavily

Prone.

He bellowed in ignorance,

Had expected to watch Barwell instead

And so he had slummed it to Coalville to unacceptably, impossibly

Atone.

He targeted one defender,

Had realised that he was struggling

And so he had screamed at him, an unabatedly surly

Drone.

He summed up the proceedings,

Had decided that it was time

And so he had left the ‘rubbish’ and unintelligently, obtrusively

Flown…

Pete Ray

February 2011

Obese, irritating loudmouth, watching football at a level below his own team’s. 

An exciting 4-4 draw was ‘rubbish’. 

It’s what these people do…