Midday in sunny Glasgow on September 10, 2016. Tom Rogic strolls on to the perfectly manicured pitch at Celtic Park. The occasion is the Old Firm derby. The ground is a cauldron of noise. The referee blows his whistle to start the game.
Over the course of the next hour, random people take to Twitter and attempt to describe watching Tom Rogic to their followers…to the world.
I notice that many of these tweets start with the same three words, “Tom Rogic is.”
I begin to copy and paste “Tom Rogic is” tweets in chronological order and it starts taking the shape of a poem.
At 1.10pm, in the 54th minute, Tom Rogic walked off the perfectly manicured pitch at Celtic Park.
The result. A found poem of football fan consciousness.