Thursday, March 10, 2005
Kevin Keegan
His Newcastle beat Manchester
United by five goals, endlessly
Replayed on Sky News as I
Set up breakfasts in the Stakis Hotel.
The eggs, bathing in their oil,
Bubbled indifferently
As a question nagged me:
How could these upstarts have
Humiliated this team I had secretly,
Shamefully,
Fallen in love with?
How outrageous to think that
This was possible! Allowable!
His cheery enthusiasm and
Buoyant hair mocked me
In every interview.
Where had this hobgoblin come from?
He had fallen from a bike on
Superstars,
Aglow with the
Seventies nostalgia
We’re obliged to use to light our way.
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His Newcastle beat Manchester
United by five goals, endlessly
Replayed on Sky News as I
Set up breakfasts in the Stakis Hotel.
The eggs, bathing in their oil,
Bubbled indifferently
As a question nagged me:
How could these upstarts have
Humiliated this team I had secretly,
Shamefully,
Fallen in love with?
How outrageous to think that
This was possible! Allowable!
His cheery enthusiasm and
Buoyant hair mocked me
In every interview.
Where had this hobgoblin come from?
He had fallen from a bike on
Superstars,
Aglow with the
Seventies nostalgia
We’re obliged to use to light our way.
|
