With Scotland’s football heroes now out of the Women’s World Cup this poem looks back on our final game against Argentina and emotional rollercoaster ride that was Scotland’s world cup journey. I’ve given it the title Trailblazers I hope you enjoy the read
Trailblazers
One game, one team,
one nation, one dream
defeat in our first two games
meant it had all come down
to this all or nothing decider
Argentina, our opponents in a game where the winner
would have a chance to take all
like us they also needed a victory
to have any chance of advancing to the last sixteen
as I got ready to cheer the team
I couldn’t help but get nervous
would football be genderless when to comes to Scotland and luck
surely this World Cup would be different
after all our girls deserved it
and that to me was reason enough
for fate to smile upon us
but then as I sang flower of Scotland
I remembered that heartbreak
is often just around the corner
and hoped it wouldn’t stop us
staying longer than usual at the dance
as Argentina kicked off it was they who settled better
having more of the early pressure
and the first real chance of the game
cracking the woodwork with a shot that came back in to play
and Lee Alexander did well to save
heart in my mouth I wondered
could that change the game in our favour
within two minutes I began to believe that it might
as a Kim Little strike gave us the lead
I roared like crazy for a team who were now in the pink
as the half time whistle blew
we knew it was us who were in the ascendancy
our Shelly’s army were playing with a mentality
I hadn’t seen in years
this was a team without fear who knew what had to be done
and were determined not to let the sun set on their adventures
at least not without a fight
we believed we could achieve our goal
and after a quiet start we were in total control of the game
with wee Claire Emslie showing flashes of brilliance
and Lisa, Erin, Kirsty, Rachel and others
proving that this game isn’t just for dads , uncles, and brothers
our girls had a passion and pride
for the colours they wore
no opponent could ignore
as we roared for this team
that made us proud
Leeane Crichton’s will to win was inspirational
this was sensational the stuff of dreams
and when Jen Beattie put us 2 up just after half time
I believed this would be the night
we would break our habit
of never quite making it out of the group stage
hold the front page there may been headlines to write
this was going to be Scotland’s night
and when Erin made it 3-0 with a goal of sublime skill
that had a Brazilian scored it
we’d be talking about it for years
I really began to dream
of a place in the last sixteen
but optimism has been a hostage to dreams so many times before
I still worried about the threat
from a team who had nothing to lose
substitutes had freshened them up
and when they scored what I hoped would be a consolation
I asked myself the unspeakable question
could our bad luck be about to strike again ?
my panic was setting in
and when they got a lucky second
it went in to full tartan overdrive
from cruising to victory we were now fighting to survive
and players who were running on empty
received no help from a clueless referee
who booked them for time wasting
whilst letting red card offences against us go unpunished
as Argentina pushed for an equaliser
we were exhausted and struggling
denied the chance to make substitutions
we were two players down
when they were awarded a controversial penelty
which the ref had an initially waved away
bullied and intimadated by hysterics on and off the field
a weak willed coward yielded to this crass behaviour
and after taking what seemed like an age
to watch the VAR gave into their demands
and when Lee Alexander saved
she ordered a retake and a game we should have won
was snatched from our grasp
not content with her brutal decision
she then blew the whistle
on our girls world cup dreams
playing no injury time
she gave us no chance for that death or glory goal
there was to be no reprieve
as tears flowed from our bravest and boldest
I remember what fate must have told us
a thousand times or more
there was no roar only silence
when I remembered words I’d heard so many times
that Scotland and heartbreak are old friends
who find it difficult to part company
we are hostages to dreams
but one day , we will return
to fulfill them
and Americans, Italians, and Brazilians,
will be dazzled by the brilliance
of the women who will be our future heroes
and were inspired by the ones who blazed the trail
© Gayle Smith 2019