Yon red knight “There’s no atmosphere,
Cheering or applause”.
Security “Oi you lot… pipe down, d’you hear?
Or it’s out… the stadium door”.
Confiscate their tickets,
Heave stood up punters out in the street
Who cares how the match seats cost?
Corporate fans are what they seek.
What next. Leave yer shirt at home.
Yer bobble hat and scarve?
“Suits” are whats preferred these days
Not the cheering working class!
Prawn sarnies from a perspex box
A telly, mini bar
Days are gone when we’d a Bovril
Free to sing with all our hearts.
Imagine silence in the Spion Kop
Whispering in The Holt
Miming at The Emirates
Or murmurs at Maine road?
Us punters go to matches
To rant and rave and sing
It’s all part of the attraction
And what keeps us blimmin going.
When I leave the ground of a Saturday
After having done me nut
I feel a better balanced human being
For having cheered and jeered, stood up.
If they crave the wonder of silence
Polite applause and what goes with it
Let these “Suits” go and put their lillywhites on
Bugger off and watch the cricket!