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Isn’t It Ironic?

kevin raymond

Thursday, December 9th, 2010

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Seems ironic he’s now at The Cottage
When in days gone by he was Blue
Fate had an odd way of making him boss
At a ground where fierce rivalries bloomed.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 In those times a right double handful
He put his very soul where it hurt
Bigger they stood the more they got mangled
By Sparky Hughes wearing our shirt.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 We had drawn home to Fulham in The Milk Cup
So the replay was down near The Thames
Tickets were short so some favours called up
Got us seats in the black and white end.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 Was it fraught then? Yeah you could say that
“You’re an animal Hughes” I heard screamed
I had bitten my tongue, see its best when amongst
West Londoners from a neighbouring team.

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 Three or four times the verbals went on
As Hughes gave out as good as he got
“You’re a blinking disgrace Hughes, oi ref send him off”
Would you sit silent dear reader or not?

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 “Oi mister sit down, we can’t see the game
With your jumping and ranting all night
Isn’t just Sparky Hughes, Fulham geezers the same?
That off the ball kick almost started a fight”.

7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 “Just who do think you’re talking to?”
Said the Fulham man pointing at me
“As your blocking our view I must be talking to you
When you’re up on your feet we can’t see”.

8 Leave a comment on verse 8 0 It weren’t just the game that got fractious
As this bloke and me exchanged words
Me best mate John even tried to distract us
By tugging me down by me shirt.

9 Leave a comment on verse 9 0 “Kev mate sit down and button your lip”
Whispered John at the next break in play
So I meekly sat down as me best mate insisted
And focused me thoughts on the game.

10 Leave a comment on verse 10 0 Another brawl and the Fulham man stood up
Me mate looked and me and he sighed
I’ll never forget that victorious night in The Milk Cup
As a full on competitive tie.

11 Leave a comment on verse 11 0 At the whistle my enemy seemed sheepish
Whilst John and me were filled with delight
And the bottom line is you’ll never believe this?
The bloke I rowed with, got our seats for that tie!

© Kev 2010

Notes

Mark Hughes now being manager at Craven Cottage, has reminded me, to my infinite shame of this true story, about a night when me and my big mouth rowed with a gent sitting – standing up in front of us over at Craven Cottage during a tense Milk Cup TIe replay.

The gent in question was the father of a Fulham pro, and my best mate John knew the family who came from our manor so that’s how we got seats for the match. I never knew who our benefactor was till after the game much to my embarrassment! So that’s why my best mate was telling me to sit down and button my big blinking lip during the verbals!

I’m so ashamed writing this, even now it’s awfully humbling!

Peace.

Kev.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/isnt-it-ironic/