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Jumping up and down
To keep the circulation sound
We couldn’t even move from side to side
Those early morn kick offs
Endured through snow and Old Jack Frost
Were mighty signs of loyalty, in our eyes?
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Seemed every old “un” had: a scarf,
Bobble hat, a small hip flask
He slyly swigged to keep the cold at bay
As us young boys looked on aghast
Old blokes would slug then make a pass
As cute as any seen on grass, to their old mates.
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As Players smoke did waft upwards
We stamped our small feet where we stood
On steps of concrete hard and unforgiving
The fans good humour kept cold out
While the smell of fags and brussel sprouts
Sent punters in to raptures noses pinching.
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Our extra jumpers kept us warm
On this particular Stephens morn
Thick socks and balaclava’s, winter vests
And when our idols trod the cud
Sheds choristers got started up
On songs so fast we dare not pause for breath.
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In the sanctity of The Shed
I stood amidst the throbbing heads
As Mary Hopkins sang in dulcet tone
“Those Were The Days My Friend” she went
Whilst women, kids and half cut men
Clapped, thrilled to bits our team were here at home.
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The match was in full swing
Just like the eyes of many men
When we scored a goal that sent our space quite mad
As I looked on in sheer delight
I was taken riding on a tide
Toward another place amidst some other fans.
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Me mates seemed far away
Sometimes it’s interesting that way
You get to hear fresh views and other calls
There’re those who loathe the boss
And those who couldn’t give a toss
As long as we went out and gave our all.
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When the next goal hit the net
I grabbed a barrier near me neck
As I didn’t fancy riding on the waves
With fans who towered over me
By at least two, maybe three old feet
Straight up it was fate deemed where I stayed.
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Down on the terrace near me feet
A ten bob note had been set free
I could’nt quite believe what I was seeing
Without delay I snatched it up
In to my sky, a lucky pup*
For ten shillings found as Chelsea went on winning.
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Now I was an honest sort of kid
But that ten bob was kept well hid
Until the whistle went and we had won
And after all whom could I tell?
T’was some dilemma for a young fellow
So much that when home indoors, I didn’t even tell me mum!