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At The Match

P Maguire

Wednesday, September 14th, 2005

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 There’s “Toilet Kids” who can’t sit down
“Blanket Grandad” it’s cold at the ground
“Giant Haystacks” knows it all
“Spy Kid” shouts and screams and bawls

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 The “Rattle Girl” winds up the front
Whilst “Stella Boy” he won’t shut up
“White Jumper man” he’s quite the lad
Fulltime chav and part time Dad

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Bling it shines out from the stands
The Argos rings on chubby hands
Retro shirts and lycra tops
The striker’s latest dodgy crop

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 Mobile phones held to the light
Belts for skirts its quite a sight
The “know it all” and “seen before”
The ones who leave at early doors

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 Dodgy haircuts pies all stacked
The teenage girls who hunt in packs
Those who stand and those who don’t
Fans who sing and fans who won’t

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 The “oohs” the “ahhs” “ref are yer blind??”
The MC rocks his lard behind
Half time fun and games begin
Launch the ball you just might win

7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 “Past it Pundits” pontificate
Remember days “when we was great”
The gaffer’s shouting from the line
Tearing hair and counting time

8 Leave a comment on verse 8 0 Opinions rage down to the ground
The megs the goals the cards the fouls
Meet up with mates after the game
And talk it through all over again

9 Leave a comment on verse 9 0 “Tactics Man” he shakes his head
“Tactics done them” all he said
“His & Her” and “Wrapped in Flags”
When Saturday Comes we’ll all be back!

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/at-the-match/