Poetry corner 3

From Satis? Fanzine, 1999:

The ghosts look down in sadness
As we drift from higher plains
They must recall their own careers
Where pride always remains

The tackles, passes, movement, goals
The roaring of the crowds
The sun, the rain, the wind and snow
Flat caps, and smoke in clouds

Gleaming trophies lifted high
oh-six, and thirty-three
Jimmy Dunne and Alec Troupe
Joe Mercer, Stein.........Dixie

Sleeves rolled up. passions high
when the going became tough
Giants who believed
Only the Best is Good Enough

And now we pray to lesser gods
with flash cars, agents, designer gear
Whose passion is for sound accounts
with cash to spare, no fear

They sit us down, they calm us down
they price the workers out
They sell us forty five quid tops
And dip their greedy snouts

And where is all the passion gone?
The love, the care? How come
They cannot understand it?
Nil Satis Nisi Optimum