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I Vomit in Your Fountain

FoggontheTyne

Sunday, February 8th, 2004

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 When Sparta Prague’s in Europe
I ring my local tour op
And make sure i’ve reserved seat
On Czechoslovak coach fleet

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 We go across the border
With documents in order
Avoiding heavy drinking
To stop the stomachs sinking

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 We reach Italian city
Admiring local titty
While sitting under awning
A little tired and yawning

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 And so we go on boozing
With never thought of losing
Then stagger to the stadium
It’s shining bright like radium

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 If that’s a bit scientific
We Czechs are quite specific
We find our numbered plastic
And get enthusiastic

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 The Nastro helps our cheering
Italian fans are fearing
But nonetheless we’re losing
And so it’s back to boozing

7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 I’m lying in a side street
And see policeman’s wide feet
We had to climb a mountain
I vomit in your fountain

© Nick Fleischmann 2004

Notes

Here’s another, it’s not all been about Leeds this year. This one was inspired by a chance remark on the board about the lack of European travel this year and I said “well we won’t be vomiting in many continental fountains this year, will we?” and it went on from there.

The idea linked up with another I’d had about a Czech fan who travels away with his team, Sparta Prague, to a fixture in Italy, gets legless and ends up being sick. The name that sprang to mind was Milan Chundera, for reasons which I hope are obvious if a bit literary.

The two trains of thought gelled and this is the result. In the original posting on tott-reunited the poem was credited to Milan Chundera.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/i-vomit-in-your-fountain/