Sens at Land's End

My dream of Guerin
came true: he waited to move.
Waited, and waited.

Schubert, you stinker!
Like neverending winter,
You won’t go away.

The Sharks and the Wings
Swirling winds, rumours flying
Yet Neil still remains.

Others I thought might
Blow ‘way like leaves in autumn:
Smith, Kelly – still here.

Contracts rise, cap sinks;
Defence: unchanged, incomplete.
What the hell, Murray?

Deadline excitement:
In the end, waters were calm.
An anticlimax.