He’s The Beating The Ban Man!
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In a pub across the street from Ewood, we talked in quite tones
Discretion was our key word, to see the boys away from home
The ban was there in evidence, not many travelling London boys
As the Blackburn fans benevolent, made us welcome with their noise
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A fair old way I must just say to catch a football match
With a fear of being blanked en masse by that squad in blue and black*
All about us, knew that we were fans up from ‘The Smoke’
Purely here to see the match, not angst or grief provoke
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We kept our cool and as a rule, our profile was well low
No sense in coming all this way, to go minus seeing game back home
Pints were drunk, all minds as one, were thinking of the game
Would Speedie, Pat and Joey Jones be up for it midst pounding Northern rain?
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The storm outside the boozer, was teeming down with spite
Were us Blue fans on a loser if uncovered once inside?
We knew that we trod gingerly, with away fan ban in place
But we came out instinctively in our quest for title race
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All was going swimmingly, the laughs, the craic, the calls
When in to our vicinity, came this sight to warm us all
Like a clip from some old western film that John Wayne might akin
The boozer doors were blasted open wide, as this creature staggered in
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Dripping wet from head to toe freezing with the cold
Looking like he hitched, the whole way north on many different roads
He stood alone, unkempt, unknown, all pub talk ceased in shock
He’d traveled far, without a car, to see our rising stock
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No pack-a-mac or raincoat to keep him warm and dry
Just a sort of ordinary bloke who came to cheer the side
Must have set off early morn to get here for the match
He’d got here just in time for kick off, on the verge of near collapse
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Up to the bar he sauntered with a cigarette in hand
Called a pint, then came toward us, a kinda kindred spirit man
We knew that he was one of us, we didn’t need to guess
Cos “You Can’t Ban A Chelsea Fan” was emblazoned on his chest!
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