A day late, because last night's football was
The World Cup semi-final, with England
Playing Croatia. Til near the end, scores
Were level, but our players had reached the end
Of their stamina and strength, just outgunned
By older, wiser players, but still close
Could still have gone to penalties again
My prediction was right, we wouldn't raise
The trophy ourselves, and, well, heaven knows
I'm glad they've stopped playing that dirge, the buzz
Of irrational nationalism, pretend
'It's coming home' and get up the world's nose
And mine too. Time to grow up. Each game is
Different, the future's not to comprehend
Wed 11 July
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