May 06, 2007

Sheer poetry!!!

Bristol City
Bristol City are promoted to the Championship.

Coca-Cola Football League One : Table
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1Scunthorpe4615624017117533183891
2Bristol City4615533520105828192485

3Blackpool4612654025125636242783
4Nottm Forest461454371798628242482
5Yeovil461436221297733271679
6Oldham461346361888733292275

7Swansea461265362086933331672
8Carlisle461256352476101931-168
9Tranmere461355332258102531567
10Millwall461184331981142643-366
11Doncaster468105302385102224563
12Port Vale461238352663142939-160
13Crewe461148393865122734-660
14Northampton46851027287972123-359
15Huddersfield4698637335992336-959
16Gillingham461427292436142753-2159
17Cheltenham46869252773132434-1254
18Brighton465711233494102624-953
19Bournemouth461058282738122237-1452
20Leyton Orient466107303265123145-1651

21Chesterfield46959292236141631-847
22Bradford46599273165122034-1847
23Rotherham468411373955132136-1738
24Brentford465810244135151638-3937


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May 05, 2007

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.