A New Breed Of Hooligan? (I Hope To God Not)
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Sat on a train in North London
On me way home from watching the chaps
Looked up shocked as these two well spoken young ones
Re-lived the buzz of this fight at “The Match”.
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With accents a good school had fashioned
In clothes maybe cost a weeks wage
They never once mentioned the thrills or the action
Their faces contorted in rage.
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Spoke of a tear-up at Selhurst
The hoodlums, the crews and the fights
Kinda weird to hear such an out of place outburst
From two middle class boys so polite.
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Knew every crew, the who’s fighting with who
The rows that they’d seen at what match
T’was like I was back in the days of the zoo
Amongst terraced animals primed to attack.
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Is it cool to turn up at “The Football”
Of a Saturday with the sole aim to fight?
If it is then please God save us all
From the public schooled yob and his like.
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Amazed I kept listening and hearing
About West Country teams and fierce brawls
As I got off at my stop, what was sickening was?
Those middle class mockneys….
¶ 7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 Never uttered a word on “The Football”.
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