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The ashen-faced young boy,
Holding tight his father’s hand,
Watches hooligans destroy
All the seating in the stand.
¶ 2
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As the debris is slung down
With triumphal shouts of hate,
He just stares with puzzled frown
At the tumbling plastic spate.
¶ 3
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Every seat that’s rudely hurled
With repulsive racist cries
Makes his innocent young world
Fall away before his eyes.
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Camera cut to Graham Kelly
Shouting “Is my hair okay?”
As he moves to go on telly
To deflect the blame away.
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