“Scaffold Brigada”
¶ 1
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Who would have thought football’s alive
Ultra-buzzing down at Step Five?
There’s been a revolution
At the Old Spotted Dog
Not doing things by half
More going the the whole hog.
From the cliched one man
And his canine friend
To raucous support
Going round the bend.
They know how to work
The P.R. machine
For the uniquest following
The Essex Senior League’s seen!
Your Spotted Dog is a ghost of a ground
Games played for decades without a sound
Crowds almost so low you count on one hand
Now they’re filling the Scaffold Stand.
Some of them are middle class posh
Alternative non-league footie, oh gosh!
It’s all about breaking down
The old class divide
Working class Cockneys and students
Standing side by side.
Can totally get what
They’re trying to build
Obscene Premier League
Has left a void to be filled.
It’s something us non-league
Old School must embrace
Or our historic proud clubs
Will vanish without trace.
Though they haven’t quite got
The Dulwich Hamlet repertoire
This Clapton Ultras brigade
Have got the potential to go far!
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