Journey Back from St Andrews March 2018.
A fuse, a dud wire or a twist in the guts o the radio?
In the spirit of the machine
Who knows as I kick it back hame.
No tunes, no Springsteen or Mellencamp
(Car Radio deid as thon Scotland match in Moldova)
Yet, it dings, it skelps the inside o my skull and soul:
A wee pairt at the clanjamfrie o Stanza in St Andrews.
Shots, keepie uppies, penalties, players, managers, World Cups
The losses, the wins, the legends, the joys..things well-manicured pundits cannae destroy.
They arrive and twist grey matter an thocht tae cerebral spaghetti
Wi faces like Bremner, an Jordan an Ormond an *Norrie himsel
Nae tae mention a Baxter or Larsson or some ‘fabled’ Dumbarton FC thoroughbred chiels.
They tackle and nip and harry my every turn and rumination
Far, far mair than just poet inclination.
As the twin baps o the glowering Lomond Hills pit aff Big Tam Forsyth
And Scott Brown gies a dunt to a sleeping Italian defender
I realise that I am ready. Warmed up. Prepared
For a guid second hauf…
*Former Captain of Dunfermline Athletic Football Club-Mr Norrie McCathie
Scots: hame-home; dings-rings/echoes; skelps-smacks/hits; mair-more; gies-gives; dunt-a hit/kick etc; guid-good.
Thanks to Mr Jim Mackintosh.