“Decisions, decisions”
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As old Bruce Forsythe would say
“Good game, good game”
Of which I have no complaints
But which one?
East End muttoned glamour
Or home where the heart is?
I chose the much more low key
Training ground get in for free
Than the one in my plans.
I had Brisbane Road as my destination
New York Cosmos on vacation
‘Little’ Leyton Orient v. such a great name
Though a re-formed shadow
From the height of their fame
No greats like Der Kaiser
Or a chap called Pele
Cosmos mark two
Aren’t wall to wall telly.
But I’m still sad enough
To go over the river
Just seeing the great name
Gives me a shiver
An iconic outfit in London town
How can I turn the opportunity down?
Well I was at Champion Hill in the bar
Chilling in the glow of a homecoming Carr
When I told we’re playing Guildford City
Gonna miss the Yanks more’s the pity.
Our match is at the training pitch
But still my team, life’s a bitch
Who would have cared
Which game I saw?
A friendly’s a friendly
They’re traditionally poor
Nobody would have noticed
If I’d missed the Dulwich game
Hardly anyone else there
To point a finger of blame.
But I’d have known myself
That I was a fraud
If I’d gone to the O’s
Of my own accord.
Dulwich Hamlet are in my heart
And I just can’t bear being apart.
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