My Return to Familiar Surroundings
¶ 1
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Know what? I’ve really missed the place
That eagerly searching for ones sacred seat
Seeing if our stadiums acquired extra space
Where us tall fans, can park their plates of meat?
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Engrossed in a glossy programme
Plastic pass card in yer pocket
Awaiting your first home game
Catching up with the stadiums hot gossip.
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First elevens faces, gracing a digital screen
Familiar household names called out loud
Hearing Gary Nevilles captaining their team
Brings a groan to a West London crowd.
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“Pressure Drop” swirling round the place
As ultra violet, orange women dance
Then “The Liquidator” really cranks up the pace
So you’re aware that the games gonna start. .
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Tiny hairs still stand up on the back of me neck
As fine blue and red lines grace our pitch
Two linesman, a ref and a bunch of school kids
Line up, to shake hands with their idols, impressed.
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The above’s me idea of a right perfect day
Being at “The Football” where a warm sun is shining
Another ten minutes, all that’s forget and I’m going crazy
Due to the incompetence of one….. Smiley Mike Wiley!
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