In these days of isolation
Where some fans feel cast aside
It’s in a state of exultation
Tinged with gladness that I write.
Left well short of readies
As the credit crunch did bite
I was ticketless and deep in debt
As seasons new dawn came to light.
Me club had tried to draw their gelt
But there was nuffink there
So they sent me two reminders, that they felt
Said “Kev, please pay yer entrance fare”.
Hand on heart, no letters came
Till Friday evening last
Informing me, me seat for Sundays game
Was sold, and payment deadline passed.
Forced to watch the Pompey match on telly
Where it’s never quite the same
With them butterflies fluttering in yer belly
Nervously awaiting, a new season opening game
Called me club that Monday
Drew a blank response
After putting four great goals past Pompey
I didn’t wanna be left outside our stadium too long.
So a personal note to Mr Kenyon
Sent by post that day
Was an act of this fans total desparation
It’s the honest truth, what else can I say?
A telephone call this Friday
Told me “Kev we’ve had your letter
You’ll have to miss the first two home games
Then treasured seat is yours again, we can’t do any better”.
I’ve paid me season ticket up in full
So near normality has returned
I came as close to a Saturday without me football
As I wanted to, much too close, as far as I’m concerned!