2-0

2-0 win, on a Saturday afternoon.
Following the game online, or on the radio.
Wee man through to tell me the goals

Covid.
Laying in bed.
Or on the couch.
A win is just the tonic. 

Well,
That and 2 paracetamol.

Last time this happened I had a chest infection, 
Everyone else was away to the game.
2-0 down at half time.
We scored 5 goals and I could hear the cheers from my front room. 
Getting text message from the family. I’m laying there,
just thinking what the fuck is going on.

We don’t often score 5 goals…
Typical.

But that’s cool, I’ll take the three points.
The cheering across the town.
And their smiling faces when they get home.

Mon the Killie.

(c) Paul Andrew Sneddon