Football Feasts

Each Boxing Day we get our quota of football feasts Presided over by the usual referees Making nonsensical and ludicrous decisions Throughout the top, mid and lower table divisions. But at least they now have some goalmouth technology, No more disallowed goals that awful atrocity Of going back home, knowing you've been, sadly, cheated Heading back to cold turkey totally - defeated. Sitting back to watch the TV repeats - repeated In your new dressing gown so happily cosseted A whisky in one hand and cigar in the other Sitting by the fire; orange coals burning umber. Falling asleep in your armchair replaying the game You score all the goals; take all the accolades the fame.