POETRY - PHILOSOPHY


United

Seems strange, to be again walking in the match throng,
Feeling that pre-match, collective speculation & anticipation
Of hope & glory, lightheaded joviality & desired revelry.
A cyclic tidal ebb flow, that only the media networks can change.
Especially strange as the flow has altered course & destination,
Since former times, those days of loyalty & battle,
Scoring & cheering, those electric midweek cup replays.
A new ground, European football & Man. United in town,
The tangible air of excitement & expectations, is palpable
In the crowds, of exuberant red & white supporters,
Who overspill out of the crowded pubs, in colourful agitation,
Which intensifies in gusto, as we approach the stadium.
Faces familiar, but time to break off now, not easy but tempting,
The Lemming run to the Coliseum, invoking memories
Of games won & heroes made, territory & respect maintained,
But back to pastures old, a comfortable Sunday pub, bird’s eye view.