Change
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Retractable roof, retractable pitch
Changing the face of our beautiful game
I remember when not even pens were retractable
We had bad writing with inkwells to blame
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It looks different now, players
With pierced ears and tattooed thighs
We unleashed piercing screams as we cold-showered
Using horse blankets to scratch ourselves dry
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Printed nylon scarves tied round our wrists
Saturdays at home were pure boredom
No commentary on radio or TV
Waiting for James Alexander Gordon
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Football at school was unheard of
Except for boys, but only the best
The rest consoled with sports day glory
Egg plasticined to spoon and a white Aertex vest
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Sport at school was sheer torture
The vault, the horse, the burning ropes*
Shin splinting hockey sticks
Excel at games? Some hopes
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Spectating is the sport of choice nowadays
Squashing into our plastic seats
As fans, we get to pick the team
I picked the one that other teams beat
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