The match

walking beside him,
through thickening crowds.
looking up I thought the sky was falling in
hoisted over turnstiles
the colours,noise and passions rise.
walking home reliving everything,
smiling at me as I tried to summarise,
the reasons why we won,
he didn’t have to say a thing.

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