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Arriving an hour before kick off
At a stadium basking in the sun
To try and better state of the art turnstiles,
That never work properly,
Thus getting to a seat in plenty of time for the game.
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I was somewhat taken aback
To find our drab Soviet concrete concourse
Alive and pulsating with the cheering
Of Blues fans willing City on to equalise
In the Manchester derby.
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Equalise they did through Craig Bellamy
Other early birds sitting alone in their seats
High above them in the stands
Must have thought gratis beer was being handed out below,
Judging by the noise made.
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Latches quickly on to a through pass
Races in to the penalty area
To score a last gasp winner
Five and half minutes in to time added on.
Viewing euphoria of minutes before is silenced.
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With barely time to re-start
Full time whistle goes
A smiling knight of the realm goes radio rental
On the touch-line
As his cross town rival shakes hands
Then walks away, absolutely gutted.
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Meanwhile angry West Londoners, from a distance
Harangue match official Mike Riley.
Eye-sight, parentage and what colour shirt
He’s wearing under his lurid refereeing garb?
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Football. The sport of the people
One minute up in heaven
The next disconsolate as disaster strikes.
Downing tepid beer
You walk dejected through the welcoming rays of sunlight
Up to the seats, to see the warm up.
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For a West v North London derby
That though exciting in it’s own way
Will pale in comparison
To those electric few minutes just seen
Beamed in live from Old Trafford,
Downstairs on the drab concrete concourse.