It Reflects On Us All.
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Oxford Circus tube station was spooky
As I walked down its steps Sunday night
Regent Street majestic, still a view of some beauty
On my descent, disappearing from sight.
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Making my way to the ticket barrier
Two red bobble hats came in to the light
I asked them the score? Sheepishly they answered
“Three-one”- “To the Arsenal?”- “Nah United”
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“And next week you play against Chelsea”
Says I trying to make their day worse
“Though we’re on top, it’ll be a real test of lets see
If our team is any better than yours”
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Smiling they stood there and chatted
“United deserved all the glory
Better than us they really had us rattled
The score-line reflecting the story”
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Expecting a sly dig at our off the field indiscretions
To my surprise there was nothing at all
Isn’t it great when you meet fellow fans from the opposition?
Who just wanna natter to do with “The Football”
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