Fine. Anything Else…..?

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Dejected of Tottenham, on leaving the ground
As the fifth one slid in to their net
Found his car, had been towed to the Wemberly pound
Well gutted, he hailed a Bob to go collect it.*

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Pleading with jobsworth, whilst paying his fine,
With steam coming our his ears
He queried the towing away, almost crying
On the worst day for Spurs fans in years.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 “Ere how come yer gave me a ticket,
When I was properly parked in a bay?
Then towing me away was a bit of a liberty innit?
D’yer know what this little lots cost me today?”

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 Jobsworth weren’t bothered, had heard it all before,
Heard every old excuse in the book
He counted the fans money, matter of fact bored
With an I don’t a monkey’s type look.

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 “We’ve got yer car on the CCTV round the ground
Not quite over the line of the bay
There’s a funny coincidences, and second time around
You want my advice? I’d lay five to one it’s not been your day!”



The FA Cup, still the greatest domestic cup competition in The World, by a mile. What a blinding game for the punters, and not just because we won it, of course.

The sweet FA need to do something drastic about the referee’s in this country, they are so bad, it’s painfull to see, or nor to see as happened yesterday!

*A Bob used a shilling (5p) in old money (remember those words?) and is also cockney slang for a cab, taken ironically from the name of the former Gooner’s full back Bob McNab.

Go well and be lucky.




Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/fine-anything-else/