Things Poetic

 Promotion Blue and white, draped across the town, excitement swells days before, expectation, hope, dress for battle,  walk into the coliseum of noise, singing, chanting, with hope and desire feet fly, bodies whip round, some fall, others stretch for the round ball Eruption as it crosses the line...1-0 Can the day get any better ? yes, its 2-0 and the looks of expectation have turned into smiles of happiness,  hoping its history in the making drought of activity into the second half  continues, with no change stewards emerge, Canute like, to hold back the tide of people, poised to rush  and greet their heroes with wild abandon seemingly out of the blue another foot drives the ball 3-0 and the stadium erupts the ball flies, and the whistle goes Promotion finally let the party continue