Buy Buy
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When I was a kid
A football shirt was hard to find
The two sports shops in my city
Sold hockey sticks and shin pads
Nothing fancy, nothing ‘designed’
¶ 2
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Best you could hope for was a scarf
Knitted by your Gran in the wrong shade of green
and the wrong kind of yellow
And it had pockets and a sleeve
Just right for a fashion conscious teen
¶ 3
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Nothing to buy and no cash to buy it
Those were the days, fervent passion
There was no club shop, no merchandise
No frills or fancies – just fans
I’d like to buy goals but they’re rationed
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