A Week Is A Long Time (In Football.)
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Portsmouth drowning
future drifting
into the English Championship Channel;
nine points adrift in a sea of creditors
credibility sunk by the Premier warships of success.
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Chester dying
ancient City walls fallen
now upon its knees like a Roman gladiator
who sees the thumbs are all down
a monument of ruins to what might have been.
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But forget the boring stuff of football
the question on the lips of every fan
is will he, wont he, will he, wont he
will he shake his hand?
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The battle of the Bridge
Love Lout versus Touchy Footy Man
a contest relished by supporters
up and down this Inger-land.
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Handbags or handshakes
why shake hands anyway?
watch for that first tackle crunching
on the one who plays away.
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This game’s not about winning
but how those two losers play
and in the stand or on the phone in, Stan
every fan can have their say,
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but tell that to the faithful of Pompey
or to the Chester lad kicking a can
around a brand new carpark.
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