Some flea pit down in Holborn
Was beaming in the match
So a bunch of those so chosen
Brought their tickets and made tracks.
Southampton Row was heaving
As the bus came to a stop
With us Blues fans still believing
Team could overcome the odds.
Ushered into tatty seats
Songs wafted from the dark
It was not us, but the travelling clique
Who had gone to Ayresome Park.
Kenneth Wolstenholme was rolled out
To liven up the chat
And give us fans a vocal show
And some feeling for the match.
Plastic pints bought in the foyer
Were consumed in tatty seats
With prices, out of order
From the boozer down the street.
Curtain raised, the game commenced
With a screening of the crowd
We searched for mates, who might have went
A roving to the Middlesborough FC ground.
The screen went blank as Kenneth sank
To silence from the speakers
Whilst West London fans drank
Dodgy beer from cloudy plastic beakers
No atmosphere, no programmes
No manager’s match notes
But loads of shouting as the screen went blank
From a crowd of half pissed blokes.
A first for this loyal follower
A live beamback at the flicks
Never again. I’d rather shout and holler
At me idols, whilst at peace beside the pitch!