Cod Almighty | Article
by Alistair Wilkinson
26 June 2008
Another one gone, the sun barely shone. We started
late in 07/08 and finished early. Just a councillor
on the right, couldn't keep it tight: a life in
lopsided suspension; memories lurked, upping the
tension.
A long road and love's in the gutter, not much left
to give the heart a flutter. How much can we
excuse? A shameful run-in, the players done in.
Not good enough, not the right stuff. There was
something to play for!
No heroic feats, no bums on seats and no boots on
the march. The club hides behind an arch and a
man was allowed to fade while boys were paid.
The Pontoon's got a pulse, only just but it's there,
dying to survive but not enough to care. There's
love if you look for it; not much if you hope for it;
there if you work for it. Something has to happen;
if it doesn't it could be nothing...