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Oi Mister? Let Me In.

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Arriving early to take in the warm up
As security searched through me bag
I wondered how fifty mill would stack up
In a pre-match with our first team lads.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Like minded fans in their hundreds
Crept towards electronic gates
As blue shirts brought bearing: F.Torres moniker
Adorned all gathered there and his mate.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 On my shout to enter the turnstile
Me credit card ticket glowed red
Turning and trying again with a smile
Security told me “Sorry your ticket is dead”.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 “Take a walk around to the ticket office
They’ll issue you a new ticket now”
So any chance of seeing a 50 mill Torres
During pre-match was definitely out.

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 Making me way round the stadium
Peeved I might miss the start of the match
Though in hindsight (a truly wonderful thing)
I might have been much better off as it happened.

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 So yesterday’s destined to history
We never turned up and that’s fact
Like last season’s double a far away mystery
With no way of turning it back.

7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 The future though could be interesting
Could the strength of the big four or five wane?
Though right here and now what us Blues fans are interested in
Is our number nine, F.Torres (El Nino) by name!

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Notes

A true story. Me state of the art plastic season ticket’s contaminated, and thus deemed null and void by a magnetic strip off, of either me Oyster or credit card. The first time in ages I’ve been at The Bridge that early for kick off and I couldn’t even get in, mind you a good job I was an all otherwise I’d have missed the start of the match.

An inspiring Stevie G, stood head and shoulders above everybody else on the park.

Carefree…….

Peace

Kev.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/oi-mister-let-me-in/