HISTON UPDATE!!!1!!

Histon, by TS Eliot

Although a sunny autumn day, a chill was in the air
As Forest Green and Histon lined up to compare
Their respective footballing abilities;
In the background, on the concourse, pies steamed
Their fillings molten.

A poor start for the home team, Forest Green found the net
Jonathan Smith, not just an alias, poking home a volley that he met
With grace and composure;
The atmosphere at Glassworld electric
Like a strange Amazonian fish.

Forest Green absorbed the pressure, resolute by any measure
Until half time was drowned out by the snapping of their tether
And Histon equalized;
The crowd rose to the feet
Including those for whom arthritis and artificial hips presented difficulties.

Although the first half was evenly matched
After the interval the Hampshire spartans were at length dispatched
As Histon, after early wobbles, raced into a 4-1 lead;
The scorers were Barker, Simpson, Wright
And I should have put that in the next stanza because a lot of things rhyme with Wright.

Forest Green respond with a 87th minute penalty, alas too late
As the aforementioned Wright powers home again to demonstrate
His team’s overall superiority on the day;
Another good win for Histon
Who are now level on points with neighbours Cambridge United.

November is not the cruelest month, not for Histon at least
It will be April before the capricious hand of fortune fully frees the beast
Of mid table obscurity;
In a fruit fight they could probably bruise if not bust a grape
They got 99 Problems but a surfeit of success ain’t one.