Another Reason for Hating Arsenal
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He tweaked his cap and scratched his head,
While pondering the question,
And fixed me with a look that said
I’d giv’n him indigestion.
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The dewdrop glistened on his nose,
The well-worn face grew wrinkled.
I knew I’d spoiled his sweet repose,
But still those pale eyes twinkled.
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He bade me sit with finger slow,
And then he sighed defeated.
“Why do I hate Arsenal so?”
He wearily repeated.
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“It must’ve been ‘bout thirty-eight,
When Grimsby were on fire.
The lads were doing really great,
And boy, could they inspire!
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‘Best centre forward in the game,
The Pride of Grimsby Town.
Jackie Bestall was his name,
A striker of renown.
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‘The crosses came in from out wide,
And Jackie’d score for fun,
And hopes were high on Humberside
That something could be won.
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‘The FA Cup was our big hope,
We reached the final four,
And we were sure that we could cope
With Arsenal in the draw.
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‘Now Arsenal were a decent team,
But they were getting old,
And so we held on to the dream
That destiny foretold.
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‘We all went down to Villa Park,
And squashed in like sardines,
Hoping Jackie’d make his mark
And spark off joyous scenes.
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‘But Arsenal did their homework well,
And in the second minute,
They kicked our Jackie as he fell,
And made sure we’d not win it.
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‘Crippled him, the Arsenal backs,
Such cynical defenders.
They might as well have used an axe,
‘Twas utterly horrendous.
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‘Jackie, ‘course, stayed on the pitch,
For subs were not allowed,
But he could barely hobble which
Incensed the Grimsby crowd.
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‘And Arsenal won the match one nil,
And we went home disgusted,
And hatred lies in our hearts still,
Although ‘tis done and dusted.
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‘Our trophy cabinet is bare,
Our single chance was lost,
‘Twas Arsenal, playing so unfair,
Who made us pay the cost.”
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Upon his cheeks, a reddish glow,
His pale eyes opened wide.
“And that’s why I hate Arsenal so,”
He bitterly replied.
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