Название: King Power: Leicester City’s Remarkable Season
Автор: Richard III
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Биографии и Мемуары
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‘Richard’ by Carol Ann Duffy commissioned by Leicester Cathedral to be read at the service for the reburial of Richard III in March 2015. Copyright © Carol Ann Duffy, 2015. Reproduced by permission of the author c/o Rogers, Coleridge & White Ltd, 20 Powis Mews, London W11 1JN
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I always had a hunch …
CONTENTS
VI As One Doth Rise, So Doth Another Fall
IX And Have You Now to Believe Us?
I
I, Richard Plantagenet, Duke of Gloucester, Lord Protector, loyal brother (ahem) to one king, loving uncle to another mysteriously vanish’d (though I never knew a thing of that, not a dickie bird), called Dickon by some, Crookback by more, King Richard of England for too short time, later of the City Council Car Park, New Street, Leicester LE1 5PS (special rates weekends and bank holidays), latterly reinterred in seemly place … I, Richard III, am now about to write the curious story of my afterlife.
Yet that misleads where no deception’s meant. ’Tis not merely, nor even mostly, of my own afterlife I shall write. For that may all too swiftly be thus condensed:
Afterlife of Richard III
Died 22 August 1485
Laid to rest in a car park
Remains discovered September 2012
Exhumed
DNA tested (an acid, so I’m told, that weaves and meanders through the blood, and is the very building block of life)
Confirmed as Richard Plantagenet
Reburied Leicester Cathedral, March 2015
No, reader, the afterlife concerning us here is that of my most wellbeloved association football club: Leicester Fosse as was, Leicester City as is, Foxes to friend and foe alike, whose King Power arena stands but a mile from the church wherein I now lie. Those Foxes who, little more than one brief year ago, lay ensnared in relegation’s trap, encircled by ravening hounds, their route to safety obscure unto the eye.
Yet from those depths we did rally and revive. Premier litter runts one spring reborn, we were rulers of the league the next. Aye, ’tis Leicester’s salvation from a shameful grave, and not so much my own, of which I write. And if I played a ghostly part in that, ’tis not for me to speak of preternatural things.
The question must nonetheless be asked, for who would leave this tale unexplor’d? How was last winter of our discontent made glorious by that son of Yorkshire, the Sheffield-born Jamie Vardy, and the steely bunch of misfits at his СКАЧАТЬ