Saturday 11 April 2015

TED HUGHES SAVES THE DAY

Been at Diggle FC today on the banks of a river where the sub was wearing waders,
Hepworth went a goal down early doors and then could not become crusaders. (it rhymes!)
A broken bone and near spectator invasion were just part of the journey,
No matter what Hepworth did in the second half they couldn't affect the blarney...alright then the banter......

Here's a proper poet writing about football....Ted Hughes 1977
Between plunging valleys, on a bareback of hill
Men in bunting colours
Bounced, and their blown ball bounced.
The blown ball jumped, and the merry-coloured men
Spouted like water to head it.
The ball blew away downwind –
The rubbery men bounced after it.
The ball jumped up and out and hung in the wind
Over a gulf of treetops.
Then they all shouted together, and the blown ball blew back. 
Winds from fiery holes in heaven
Piled the hills darkening around them
To awe them. The glare light
Mixed its mad oils and threw glooms.
Then the rain lowered a steel press.
Hair plastered, they all just trod water
To puddle glitter. And their shouts bobbed up
Coming fine and thin, washed and happy
While the humped world sank foundering
And the valleys blued unthinkable
Under the depth of Atlantic depression –
But the wingers leapt, they bicycled in air
And the goalie flew horizontal
And once again a golden holocaust
Lifted the cloud’s edge, to watch them.


It was a nicer day than this, though Hepworth lost.

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