All for the love of the game.
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I am a Tyneside pub league referee
I believe in grass roots football
So off I go each Sunday morning
With my kit packed in my hold-all.
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My mates all think I’m crackers
The wife swears I’ve lost my senses
But at least I get my beer money
A tenner plus expenses.
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I never have any assistants
No one fancies running the line
We play in some terrible conditions
Like the snow and the fog on the Tyne.
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I got a bit of grief today
Off the lads from ‘The pig and Whistle’
Five of them recieved red cards
After a brawl with the ‘Rose and Thistle’.
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So as I sit this Sunday night
Writing out my report
My nose is encased in plaster
And It’s all for the love of my sport.
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But It’s the league presentation on Friday night
When the officials put on a nice spread
They wanted to invite Alan Shearer
But settled for Alan Minter instead.
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