City make me angry
They rob you of time and space
Those precious possessions
That give the game its grace
Physically fit and fast
They rush to close you down
No time no space to play in
A game fit for a clown
A game requires two parties
With time and space and ball
But City want to dominate
They want to have it all
A spoilt child takes the ball
I’ll play with it myself
Until it learns a wiser way
To share with others helps
Their game is no spectacle
I wouldn’t pay to watch
Football needs to two sides to play
To run and jump and catch
High press ruins everything
Smothers all the life
It’s a game we’re playing not a war
Let’s play it now good grief
Brian Fahy
28 January 2023
+ High press destroys the joy of free flowing football. You rob the opposition of time and space and then of the ball, and you rob the spectator of the joy of football’s to and fro. Time and space are vital elements in the joy of living and of playing games. High press is a ruination of the game.
Modern life is obsessed with winning and succeeding. A game offers the possibilities of winning and losing and drawing. It also offers the possibility of pure enjoyment in taking part in the game. High press kills all joy.
Erris Poetry 