Sheer poetry!!!

Bristol City are promoted to the Championship.

Coca-Cola Football League One : Table 05 May 16:57 Home Away Team P W D L F A W D L F A GD PTS 1 Scunthorpe 46 15 6 2 40 17 11 7 5 33 18 38 91 2 Bristol City 46 15 5 3 35 20 10 5 8 28 19 24 85 3 Blackpool 46 12 6 5 40 25 12 5 6 36 24 27 83 4 Nottm Forest 46 14 5 4 37 17 9 8 6 28 24 24 82 5 Yeovil 46 14 3 6 22 12 9 7 7 33 27 16 79 6 Oldham 46 13 4 6 36 18 8 8 7 33 29 22 75 7 Swansea 46 12 6 5 36 20 8 6 9 33 33 16 72 8 Carlisle 46 12 5 6 35 24 7 6 10 19 31 -1 68 9 Tranmere 46 13 5 5 33 22 5 8 10 25 31 5 67 10 Millwall 46 11 8 4 33 19 8 1 14 26 43 -3 66 11 Doncaster 46 8 10 5 30 23 8 5 10 22 24 5 63 12 Port Vale 46 12 3 8 35 26 6 3 14 29 39 -1 60 13 Crewe 46 11 4 8 39 38 6 5 12 27 34 -6 60 14 Northampton 46 8 5 10 27 28 7 9 7 21 23 -3 59 15 Huddersfield 46 9 8 6 37 33 5 9 9 23 36 -9 59 16 Gillingham 46 14 2 7 29 24 3 6 14 27 53 -21 59 17 Cheltenham 46 8 6 9 25 27 7 3 13 24 34 -12 54 18 Brighton 46 5 7 11 23 34 9 4 10 26 24 -9 53 19 Bournemouth 46 10 5 8 28 27 3 8 12 22 37 -14 52 20 Leyton Orient 46 6 10 7 30 32 6 5 12 31 45 -16 51 21 Chesterfield 46 9 5 9 29 22 3 6 14 16 31 -8 47 22 Bradford 46 5 9 9 27 31 6 5 12 20 34 -18 47 23 Rotherham 46 8 4 11 37 39 5 5 13 21 36 -17 38 24 Brentford 46 5 8 10 24 41 3 5 15 16 38 -39 37

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Arthur Milton (Poem of the Month, May 2007)

Arthur Milton.

(The Last Man To Play Football and Cricket For England. Played for Arsenal , Bristol City and Gloucestershire. He could also knock off the Telegraph crossword in the dressing room in 20 minutes.)

Denis Compton. Willie Watson, Arthur Milton.
Icons from an age of the gentle sportsman.
Graced the football/cricketing whites of England
On pitches they turned to the greens of Eden.

Now Arthur is dead, who just for one season
Graced the wing of a City pitched for promotion
And centred so sweetly – for Gentleman John
(His England team-mate) to score clean and strong.

Arthur (like John) was a craftsman
With hard ball too, an England batsman
Wielding willow like wand. Where have they gone?
These angel wingers with muddy shorts on?

These gods of the crease who retire to be postmen
And weighed so lightly the fields they scored on?
So rich in gifts, so poor in ambition,
Premier players unpampered by mammon.

Sleep well, old Arthur, God’s own Bristolian.
If we go up today, as we did in your season,
Give us your quick smile from sporting heaven.