Presumptuous travel agencies
Stood next to touts with rakes of tickets
Were on the streets like vagrants
Hawking ‘what if’ trips to Rome’s Eternal City.
Elderly William stood about chatting
As these touts with blatant front
Reminded one of haggling
In New Delhi street bazaars when young.
On the sun drenched stadium tarmac
Our sights were on today
Agin West London rivals who perhaps
Might cause us slight more ire than Spain?
Huge crowd outside the turnstiles
With their plastic cards produced
Were turning somewhat hostile
On hearing first goal scored enthuse.
“Who scored first” the faithful asked
“Was it them or us?”
As locked out basking in the sun
Puffed on banned fag butts and cussed.
After the second goal? Sheer mayhem
“Come on get them turnstiles clicking
It’ll be half time in this blimmin game
Before you get us, stood stuck outside here…in.
I’d left me pile in ‘The Burbs’ with plenty of time
To arrive at the stadium early
But what’s the point if stood stuck in a line
When the hi tech new way in’s not working?
It was one all when we reached our seats
Ten minutes of the derby played
As technology for fans with pre paid tickets
Failed again and made us valued clents late!