I like it when we lose

BY RYAN JONES

I like it when we lose.

When we lose the numbers drop and

The fair weather fans melt away,

back to their shopping centres and sofas

If I had anything about me I’d do the same

But there is something about a dreary half empty football ground with ennui seeping through the concrete that speaks to me

You can taste it in the pies

There’s humility and acceptance of suffering that appeals to the Welsh Methodist in me

A crammed to the rafters stadium full of joy and joie de vivre,

not for me,

I’d rather cold tea and misery any day of the week.