T’was her first time out of London
With her man in his domain
When he casually asked if she’d like to come
With him to see the game.
Having lived just off The Cally*
Where not too much goes on
She didn’t pause or dilly dally
But with interest went along.
In the crowded streets outside the ground
He held her hand right tight
Whilst she wondered at the fans and sounds
As an awe inspiring sight.
Inside the half filled stadium
As the chosen found their seats
He smiled when she knew the players names
Then playfully pinched his cheek.
When the whistle went he was whispering
So as not to distract her from the crowd
“I’ve been coming here with me mates for years,
Ever heard of Gerry Gow?.
Looked like David Crosby
You know him what was in The Byrds
Though I must tell you now in all honestly
Gerry’s forte weren’t with words.
We idolised him as a man
Might laud some rock n roller
Where Gerry trod us Rovers fans
Knew a foe could get knocked over”
She was getting kind of worried
Till her man’s face beamed a smile
But then our idols bruised and bloodied
Are forgotten in a while.
Twenty minutes in it started
She was stunned and lost for words
When her man stood up singing from the heart
In the sweetest voice she’d heard.
Her man was a right fine singer
Now as she sports his wedding ring
She recalls with fondness Gerry Gow and that first hymn
Stood at Ashton Gate…. where The Cider Army sing!