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Sixty Second Minute
With sixty-two minutes played
at a rancid, rainy Selhurst Park,
two photographs appear
on the jumbo screen, floating
over the on-pitch preparations
to take a disputed penalty.
Matthew Higgins and Mick Lloyd
sixty-two years of age
eternal supporters, fathers,
stalwarts, drivers and friends,
give us a mirrored reminder
of well lived lives played o...
Sunday 9th February 2025 5:55 pm
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