Tears filled my pale blue eyes as the last rays of the setting sun kissed gently the sweet Thames. As I looked around me my heart was filled with a spontaneous joy as I gazed across those rolling waters as the great golden orb vanished from our astonished view. Could anything be so lovely I asked myself with a thrilling solemnity? Dull would he be of soul who would not be touched by the majesty of what lay before us- lovely raptures stirred my aching heart. Everywhere I looked I saw Truth and Beauty in equal measure (well maybe not equal, maybe Truth was leading 2-1 but it was certainly a close run thing) Around me the melodious voices of cheerful young boys surprised my ear as they expressed their concern for the referee's well being; beautiful women held flowers and smiled beatifically as the last light ebbed away over the throbbing tumultous terraces.
My life too was ebbing away worn out by it's own loveliness as the clamour died imperceptibly and the crowds began to disappear into the now darkening horizon. "Come back," I cried in anguish; "it's only half time." What a game!
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Thoughts of the elastic nature of time entered my mind and pulled me this way and then snapped me back into the present, ' Mc Fadden is putting a shift in today,' my dexter - seated neighbour observed. I let his comment hang in the air for what seemed like days before expressing appreciative agreement.
Flip up seats flipped up and down in time with the vacating arses that sometimes occupied them and then didn't occupy them. I sensed a tension in the air which I did not feel myself, though the allegiances of memory kept me hoping that we would emerge victorious from the fray.
Sadly the football Gods were not clad in blue favours on this particular day, and defeat like a cold hard dagger punctured the hope of those around me.
I stood to give heartfelt applause as my sinister seated neighbour asked, ' and what, .........what then of love my friend ? '
' Tis that which will eventuate our return. ' Was all I could muster and stepped with hope into noise and lights and rain and life.
Flip up seats flipped up and down in time with the vacating arses that sometimes occupied them and then didn't occupy them. I sensed a tension in the air which I did not feel myself, though the allegiances of memory kept me hoping that we would emerge victorious from the fray.
Sadly the football Gods were not clad in blue favours on this particular day, and defeat like a cold hard dagger punctured the hope of those around me.
I stood to give heartfelt applause as my sinister seated neighbour asked, ' and what, .........what then of love my friend ? '
' Tis that which will eventuate our return. ' Was all I could muster and stepped with hope into noise and lights and rain and life.
This.
QUOTE (Bluepeter15 @ Feb 23 2010, 10:17 AM) 
Tears filled my pale blue eyes as the last rays of the setting sun kissed gently the sweet Thames. As I looked around me my heart was filled with a spontaneous joy as I gazed across those rolling waters as the great golden orb vanished from our astonished view. Could anything be so lovely I asked myself with a thrilling solemnity? Dull would he be of soul who would not be touched by the majesty of what lay before us- lovely raptures stirred my aching heart. Everywhere I looked I saw Truth and Beauty in equal measure (well maybe not equal, maybe Truth was leading 2-1 but it was certainly a close run thing) Around me the melodious voices of cheerful young boys surprised my ear as they expressed their concern for the referee's well being; beautiful women held flowers and smiled beatifically as the last light ebbed away over the throbbing tumultous terraces.
My life too was ebbing away worn out by it's own loveliness as the clamour died imperceptibly and the crowds began to disappear into the now darkening horizon. "Come back," I cried in anguish; "it's only half time." What a game!
My life too was ebbing away worn out by it's own loveliness as the clamour died imperceptibly and the crowds began to disappear into the now darkening horizon. "Come back," I cried in anguish; "it's only half time." What a game!
Did you mean to say Jessie-boy on the spot BP?
Actually, that did warm the cockles of my muscles.
QUOTE (JohnBaker @ Feb 24 2010, 04:28 AM)
QUOTE (Bluepeter15 @ Feb 23 2010, 10:17 AM)
Tears filled my pale blue eyes as the last rays of the setting sun kissed gently the sweet Thames. As I looked around me my heart was filled with a spontaneous joy as I gazed across those rolling waters as the great golden orb vanished from our astonished view. Could anything be so lovely I asked myself with a thrilling solemnity? Dull would he be of soul who would not be touched by the majesty of what lay before us- lovely raptures stirred my aching heart. Everywhere I looked I saw Truth and Beauty in equal measure (well maybe not equal, maybe Truth was leading 2-1 but it was certainly a close run thing) Around me the melodious voices of cheerful young boys surprised my ear as they expressed their concern for the referee's well being; beautiful women held flowers and smiled beatifically as the last light ebbed away over the throbbing tumultous terraces.
My life too was ebbing away worn out by it's own loveliness as the clamour died imperceptibly and the crowds began to disappear into the now darkening horizon. "Come back," I cried in anguish; "it's only half time." What a game!
My life too was ebbing away worn out by it's own loveliness as the clamour died imperceptibly and the crowds began to disappear into the now darkening horizon. "Come back," I cried in anguish; "it's only half time." What a game!
Did you mean to say Jessie-boy on the spot BP?
Actually, that did warm the cockles of my muscles.
Have I been out-Jessied then John ? .........Where oh where art my hinterland now ?
Yours with violets
Desolate in Hall Green
What a load of old Bollocks
Des O'Late, is that Ireland's version of Costa Coffee?
QUOTE (MicK @ Feb 25 2010, 01:06 PM)
Des O'Late, is that Ireland's version of Costa Coffee?
QUOTE (Luckybob @ Feb 25 2010, 01:05 PM)
What a load of old Bollocks
Yeah that's right Bob insult the Jessies !
QUOTE (Shamrock @ Feb 25 2010, 01:58 PM)
Have I been out-Jessied then John ? .........Where oh where art my hinterland now ?
Yours with violets
Desolate in Hall Green
Yours with violets
Desolate in Hall Green
I think not Shammy. The tash and trilby are testament to that.
By the way, is that Parma Violets?
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