For Those Fans Who Lost Their Shirts!

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Brass monkeys was the favourite*
Or taters in the mould
Only football fans venture out in it
When it’s blimmin freezing cold.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Wrapped up our sleeping bags
Us well prepared get set
As yer better half insists yer mad
Insanely stood, and cheering out in that.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Snug in front of the telly
Later with Horlicks and the dog
These two blokes flash their bellys
Sat au natural with out tops.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 As Adrian points the finger
Towards who ate the pies
I watched aghast in utter disbelief
At the size, of these two gargantuan guys.

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 One bloke decked in Chelsea tats
And t’other? Genuine Geordie lard
Who rippled from his stomach back up to the neck
And badly needs a bra.

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 I know I’ve seen some sights at Stamford Bridge
But this pair trump the lot,
Cheering loud au natural, and half naked like old Iggy*
Sans a football top!



*Two cockney expressions that are used for describing the cold.

*Iggy Pop.

I was at the Chelsea v N’castle match, but only after watching the highlights on TV when Adrian Childs pointed them out, much later did I see this pair, one fan from each side, wearing sweet FA from the waist up, giving it large (sic) with the vocals. I’m sure that there’s a bunch of these blokes who follow the Toon far and wide, always without shirts!

Last Saturday at Stamford Bridge in London, it was blimmin freezing, believe me, I was there and sat out in it. So I take me hat off to his pair.



Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/for-those-fans-who-lost-their-shirts/