BECAUSE THEY CAN PLAY F'CKING GOOD FOOTBALL: THE LAST CHAPTER

Previous parts below...

ONE, TWO, THREE, FOUR, FIVE, SIX, SEVEN, EIGHT, NINE, TEN, ELEVEN, TWELVE, THIRTEEN, FOURTEEN, FIFTEEN

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a tune to fire fires in the soul

through the days

late summer

autumn

winter

spring

the ingot coloured afternoons and eves

of May

this:

this

is

Manchester United

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De aap komt uit de mouw

(Dutch proverb: the monkey comes out the sleeve)

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THE LAST CHAPTER

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CASCADES

from the fleeing skies

the horse traders assemble

see the cyan bolted panorama

feel the fold of dollar

the poundazaurous rex

the sweet and crumpled folding stuff;

bark your wares

across our oversize football

floating in

space

mars that a-way

venus this a-way

the other side of here

where europe and asia meet (the man made borderlands)

in turkey

istanbul 

they are to play

and we are here crouching and plotting

what will become of mason greenwood