PHOTO: Jim C Mackintosh was appointed St. Johnstone's poet-in-residence in March this year, a first for a Scottish professional football club.
THE SEASON WALKS UP
what matters most is not the sleeping in the days before the first game, itâ€™s the worry, the stress now creeping into my mind, the question Whatâ€™s in a name?
the hot pins of agony and thunderous spills of glory jostling for room in my head making space for another story
then I wake up, the season walks up like the orange Tango Man, but blue, all freshened up with a smug expression slapping my forehead with its planned impression of the games to be, the poems to do seeming to know everything but knowing nothing, so you boys the new boys - I need to know, boys I need to know
Iâ€™m in a daze, on the plays stressing on the days and months ahead - all fixtured with dates circled in red: here we go again, boys here we go again - youâ€™re champinâ€™ at the bit gettinâ€™ fit, youâ€™ve beeped and slumped, ice bath steeped and dumped the aches and pains, now steady and ready, boys now for the friendlies, endless in the fierce and in the drag of weights and sunshine fading of pre-season nightmares - itâ€™s in the bag, boys itâ€™s in the bag
Me? Iâ€™m always ready to wear the blue, better for the break, my luckâ€™s been rested Iâ€™m head the baâ€™ ready trapped and chested ready up for it, letâ€™s do this - itâ€™s in the net, boys dinnae fret boys although Iâ€™m sure of old places, of memories still fresh still pure, so pure but not so much of new faces, and new bonds, not so sure trust and loyalty not yet sealed of new names, not yet appealed so whatâ€™s in a name? we need to know, boys we need to know we cannae praise, confess or apply the stick, unless - so we need to know
weâ€™ve CupTies, and Andos, and Midgeys and Throws weâ€™ve Spoonys, and Muzzas and Maccas and loads of others but what do we call you, the newbies before you become our brothers?
are we to be aâ€™ Samba cool and run the rule over Alsto, Coulso, Watso and Pato or do we sing of Alsty, Coulsy, Wats and Paits or daft wee nicknames of so so defined by daft wee traits? we need to know boys, we need to know
Iâ€™ve been writing around in circles and havenâ€™t got the answers more concerned youâ€™ll leave it to us, your adopted bunch oâ€™ chancers so whatâ€™s in a name, boys whatâ€™s in a name? everything, boys everything, in the game when we sing, we praise, we jeer or cheer and more the same - we need to know, boys we need to know
it cannae be hard but if it helps, write to me Iâ€™ll help you out new names to nicknames or trust me, boys trust me, up goes the shout itâ€™s answers on a postcard
donâ€™t risk that boys weâ€™ll not take your complaints once theyâ€™re picked, theyâ€™ll stick so help us out boys Câ€™mon the Saints!
thatâ€™s you now, boys youâ€™re one of us now you know that boys? youâ€™re one of us now youâ€™re now of St Johnstone youâ€™re Apprentice Legends
so when the Season walks up thatâ€™s whatâ€™s in the name, boys thatâ€™s whatâ€™s in the name
poem by Jim C Mackintosh, Poet-in-Residence at St. Johnstone Football Club
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