For some reason, this poem has rumbled on since it first appeared in 2015. It recalls going to Brentford in 1989, on a very windy day, to see Fulham lose (though neither clubs are really mentioned). On top of one of the stands ‘Next Time Fly KLM’ was written in huge letters so as to be easily seen by people on the Heathrow flight path. The ball was usually up in the air too, as were we on the Chiswick flyover, along with the citizens of Brentford in the many tower blocks surrounding the ground. As was the case with the ball, not many people were ‘on the floor’ and if they were, they were buffeted around by gale force winds. As the response to this has been quite strong, it is now listed as being among the top 100 of over 18000 football poems archived by the British Library. If you read it by clicking the link below and are minded to register your own nod of mild approval by clicking the ‘heart’ icon, the poem may be buoyed up yet further in its unexpected ongoing passage over Chiswick — and that would be appreciated.
Crossflow Winds | Football Poets
The irony is that I wrote a poem about exactly this type of potentially shallow-minded and misguided futility.
Wilderspool Causeway 
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