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Early Doors.

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 T’was a beautiful day for The Football
When I strode beside The Thames
I see a tower on The Power Stations down
Which they’ll shortly re-erect again.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Walking past The Flower Show site
Blue shirts begin to appear
Albert Bridge was a welcoming sight
Above Cadogan Pier.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 They came from across the river
By bus, on foot, and driving cars
The misses’, kids and misters
Some of whom had journeyed far.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 Tats and sun-tans in abundance
Garish shirts and gaudy shorts
While gastro pubs served Al Fresco lunch
Out on the kerb to flush supporters.

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 On Lots Road beneath a clear white sky
I walked parallel with The Thames
Cutting through to join the hue and cry
Among expectant families and friends.

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 Crossing The Bridge to the stadium
I queued and went to my seat, just excited to be there,
Then I sat and watched with an angry 42.000, any one of whom
Would have given their right arm to be out there playing
After our team ran on to the field to play…somewhat unprepared.

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Notes

That’s my take on it folks. We’re off and running… like headless chickens in different directions at the moment sadly. But hey…what do I know?

Oh Fabregas is unfit…
So why’d we let him play?
Mind you ten others could and should have called in sick
On the field there yesterday.

Stay well, be lucky and keep smiling.

Peace.

Kev.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/early-doors/