Him: ‘What is all the fuss about?
It’s only a football game,
Anyone would think it is vitally important
I’ll pass, thanks all the same.’
Her: ‘Oh don’t be daft, it’s fun you’ll see
You’ll enjoy it once you’re there,
The tickets are bought now anyway
Come see our players with flair.’
So off we travelled to our Anfield home
My whining Cockney boyfriend and I,
We took our places in the Centenary stand
With the pigeons up so high.
Excitement building I couldn’t wait
To see our lads perform well,
But hopes were dashed when Spurs attacked
And scored to give us hell!
Now right behind me and the whining one
Was an abusive man,
He ranted and raved swore abusive names
And he called himself a Liverpool fan!
Things they did go from bad to worse
As Spurs scored another goal,
The whining one he laughed it up
Spurs were on a roll!
The second half kicked off
And we sung at the top of our voices,
The whining one he fell asleep
He had certainly made his choices.
But woken quickly he suddenly was
As Liverpool scored a goal,
Five minutes later we scored again
Now Liverpool were on a roll!
We scored one more
To defeat Spurs 3 goals to 2,
My voice was horse from shouting so much
The whining one he hardly said boo!
That was it I’d had enough
I needed a footballing man,
But now I’m with a Norwich fan
Where tractors rule the lands!