It’s Just Me. Letting Off Some Steam
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Our games rules and regulations
Are now governed by grey suits
We’ve even seat preferential stadiums
Topped off, with perspex sliding roofs.
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Action replays on huge mega screens
Show missed moments of each game
Very soon we’ll have a bloke who dreams
Up jolly tracks to spin, at every break in play.
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No tackles from behind we’re told
Don’t interfere with play?
Yet still we’ve dodgy offside goals
Deciding close called games.
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Don’t get me started on the players
Of whom enough’s been said
Whose wage demands outrageous
Are really doing in me head.
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What next, cheerleaders? (pretty dodgy)
Before hoardes of jeering half cut blokes
Perhaps sing our national anthem at the outset?
What? Some teams don’t have one English throat.
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There are radio conversations
Being heard throughout the land
About this cash from foriegn nations
Being welcomed by us fans.
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A shopping mall’s on the drawing board
A theme park, or some psuedo Irish pub
Sometimes, don’t you just hanker for the days before
So much obscene money and it’s profiteers
Controlled once, sacred English football clubs?
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