Hammers against Gunners- 1980 again
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Today it’s Hammers against the Gunners
If only we could turn back the
Clock to 1980 when spritely spring
Sunshine bathed our dreams
And varnished our hopes
FA Cup Final day
45 years ago
Was it really that far back?
Arsenal the top flight governors
Swaggering amid the high and mighty
West Ham confined to the old
Second Division
No contest surely
Men against boys
Odds stacked mountain high
Against the East End chancers
But then a head called Brooking
Stooped to his knees
And a sea of claret and blue
Washed over the headlands
Of Newham and Forest Gate
Estuaries of ecstasy
Flooding unstoppably
Through our pumping,
Palpitating hearts
Glorious glory
On Cup Final day
Pike, Devonshire, Brooking,
Pearson, Cross, Bonds
Martin,
A day of football heaven
And perfection,
But now 45 years later
We’re back at the Emirates
Once again the bets are off
Hammers stuck in cul-de-sac
Struggling for air
Underdogs, underclass again
Marooned in mayhem and boggy
Marshlands of trouble and toil
The wrong end of the
Premier League
Potter at the wheel
But sinking fast in the messy
Morass of relegation waters
Maybe enough to climb out of
The dreaded quicksand
Of course this is familiarity
Breeding contempt
At the London Stadium
But seven defeats at home
The natives are restless
Cliches and excuses abound
Please end this wretched season
Now rather than later
Europe now a distant recollection
A far off continent
Where Italian jobs were completed
And mighty Fiorentina
Were toppled by the Irons
In UEFA Conference Final
Oh what a night
Certainly not in late
December 63
Memories were gold dust
And West Ham did once
Beat Arsenal
When knights were bold
And chivalry was alive
But the Gooners are battling
For the Premier League
While the Hammers are driving
Nails into brick walls
It’s a lost cause today
But who knows?
Victorious at Christmas
Last season
In fascinating game of chess
And yet today
It has to be curtains
For our claret and blue warriors
Draw a veil over this one
Why bother travelling from East
To North London?
Wild goose chase
Fruitless journey
No hope and Bob Hope
Three more points
For the showboating Gunners
Egg on face for
Ashamed and shameful Hammers
But they’ll be back
One day hopefully
Stronger than ever
That’s a cert
Undoubtedly
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