1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 On a bench
By the lake in St James Park
She said she felt
They’d been drifting apart.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 “Oh and I’ve been seeing a geezer,
He’s a Gooner,” she callously said
She may as well have stabbed
The poor kid through the heart.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 She strode off toward the tube station quickly
Leaving him there on his tod*
It weren’t what he had planned for a day out in the city
The poor heart-broken miserable sod.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 So he stood up and pulled out
The huge bag of breadcrumbs
For feeding the birds
He’d been given by his mum.

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 Stared out sadly across the lake,
Lit a fag up as Big Ben struck two
Watched the ducks paddling, then quickly off raced
To meet up “Down The Lane” with his crew as you do*.

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 They would often take in a Spurs match together
Travelling both home and away
Stood next to her in some ground was a memory he’d treasure
He would tell her when they were back on the train.

7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 His mates have been bleeding well blinding,
In helping him cope with his pain
While a warm soothing Bovril one often finds
Helps ease the hurt, so the mind can stay on the game.

8 Leave a comment on verse 8 0 Sunday mornings feel suddenly different again
Without her on the bus by his side
An oyster travel card romance, a walk in the rain
Or McDonalds sharing a big Mac n chips (Fries?).

9 Leave a comment on verse 9 0 Mum indoors, seems more put out than he does
Their fledgling romance has now ceased
As was proved by the Saturday night
Harry Kane scored that hat trick, as an all sea Arsenal* were beat.

10 Leave a comment on verse 10 0 She rushed in to the street, dressed in overalls and scarf
Shouting to anyone who’d listen; (as a mum who was fond of a row).
“Ditching me son? She must be avin a right bleedin laugh
That’ll teach her to Jump Ship (and for a Gooner to boot)?
Oi presh. Call her up and ask her;
Who’s the best team in North London now?*

11 Leave a comment on verse 11 0 Peace.



Tod. Short for Tod Sloane (American Jockey) Slang for: to be on ones own.

The Lane. Is White Hart Lane. Where Tottenham Hotspur football club or Spurs play.

Presh. London mothers often call their children this instead of their Chistian names. It’s short for precious.

Arsenal football club, or “The Arsenal” as us Londoners often refer to them, although residing over in North London now, are not originally from there. Having started out as “Woolwich Arsenal” over in South London on the other side of The Thames. They changed their name when they moved North of the river. Why? I dunno and seeing as I’m a West Londoner and Chelsea fan. I’m not really interested and don’t even care to be honest.

Stay well, be lucky and keep smiling.



Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/retribution/