It was drizzling then
Like it’s drizzling now
The night I went to Bolton
On my own
And stood on the Embankment
Floodlights and falling rain
And watched a team in old gold
Do for us again
Wolverhampton Wanderers
Played us off the park
I stood there gabardine mack
Red school cap
I was mightily impressed
Peter Broadbent and the rest
And big Ron Flowers
Dictating all the play
Walking back to town
I passed a closing gate
How’ve they gone on?
A watchman asked of me
Lost two nil I told him
A casual nod of the head
And carried on
To catch the 82
Walked home across
Old Shakerley Lane
Night blue black and damp
Lights were on at home
And family
Warm welcome from the collie dog
A cup of tea and bed
And a memory stirred today
Ron Flowers I hear is dead
Brian Fahy
12 November 2021
Erris Poetry 