Do you remember your old Cup Final days,

the only live match all season,

that you could watch on the television,

instead of wall to wall

blanket coverage,

the pull out special in the pages

of your newspaper of choice,

the pencil drawings

and the managers looking on

with pride having achieved mortality

for a few weeks and the songs

from the terraces as the day grew closer,

the interviews on the bus

and the poet, always one,

coming up with a piece that