Wednesday, April 8, 2026

COLD COMFORT AT THE IMPACT... (My poem about a very cold day in Alfreton, November 2008...)

 Cold Comfort At The Impact…



If there is a deity

Controlling who should be cold

Then the recipients sat

Bereft,

Bedevilled

And beguiled

At the Impact Stadium were the ones,

If the truth be told…


If there is a god

Controlling what comfort is allowed

Then the spectators sitting

Bereft,

Bedraggled

And bemused

At the Alfreton stadium were the ones,

Overlooked in the crowd…


Pete Ray… 


Gods. 


Alfreton. Cold.


November 2008…






Alfreton Town beat Stalybridge Celtic, managed by Steve Burr, who is ‘family’ by 2-1…





Despite looking the brighter of the two teams for much of this hard fought contest, Celtic failed to increase a tenuous lead, were caught on the counter-attack and conceded a penalty, which resulted in a sending-off for both Celtic’s Keeling and their generally subdued manager Steve Burr. 


Still Stalybridge pushed forward, making light of being a player short but Alfreton held on to claim a tough victory…


The away dugout was unfortunately positioned just down from the bar, which resulted in home ‘fans’ beating on the roof of the construction, in between swigs of beer, which I maintain is why Steve got himself dismissed, so that he could watch the proceedings in peace…


But who knows, eh?

INTERESTING ROW LETTERING...

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