Sent Off

I lost me rag
Lashed out with the boot
Kicked the lad in the bag
Hard
He was not impressed
Turned and jumped on me
I was astonished
First time anyone has really come back at me
No one usually does
I did not try and hit him
Made no aggressive moves
Only concerned to not get hit in the face
By fist or worse, the old headbutt
We fell
I held him tight like a new lover.
Face to close
Breath upon my face
A kiss for the lonely
Like a dream with me not in it
We lay there for hours until pulled apart
His big pal walked by my side
I eyed him warily in case he threw one
Ref showed us both the red card
Off
Walking off the pitch together we did not meet our eyes
I imagined he would jump me in the changing room
I just wanted a shower and a beer
All quiet
Quick shower and change
Handshakes all around
Ice on my sore waist
Dickhead
Who the other guy
No me.