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The awful smell of stewing onions
Or that coppers horse that’s crapped
Touts who sound like characters from Damon Runyon
Plays. Snarling, “Who want’s tickets for the match?”.
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Fans just back from their holidays
Have come straight here from the airport
With sombrero’s overshadowing tired faces
That say “Vive La Espana”, or “Greetings From Majorca”.
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Buy yerself a programme, stand back, watch the heaving crowd,
Take a few minutes to take in the view
Whilst soaking up the atmosphere of another expectant season.
That’s just beginning, and coming to your local ground
For every die hard football fan, or… the like’s of me and you!