Punk, Football, & The Armadillo Tearooms
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These days I am of the age
Where my football heroes
And my music heroes
Are dropping like leaves from a tree
The clock is ticking, the bell tolls for us all
The not so slow return of Christmas
When I have lived through so many
The echoes of childhood
Of boss new football bags and adidas trabs
Bought with those stock-piled embassy coupons
Of Mam and Dad’s
Or the local Twiggy* (no questions asked)
Prestige in the playground
Battle lines drawn up
Derby Day, us v them bitter blues
And those halcyon teenage moves
Through the lens of Punk, Football
And the Armadillo Tearooms.
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