The Match On TV
¶ 1
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I watch most of my football on TV these days
And I know that it’s not quite the same,
But at least I can hear what Andy Gray says
And I get a close-up of the game.
¶ 2
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Sometimes I miss being part of the crowd,
Cheering or jeering the passes,
Joining in chanting, or shouting out loud,
That the ref is in need of new glasses.
¶ 3
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I still often shout till my voice is quite hoarse,
From when the match starts till it’s finished.
I know that the screen cannot hear me of course
But my passion remains undiminished.
¶ 4
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A half-time cup of tea, newspaper on knee,
May not be to everyone’s taste.
But whiskey and beer send me flat on my ear,
So I think you’ll agree it’s a waste.
¶ 5
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So today at half-one, I won’t need to go far,
For pleasure without too much strife,
And if Arsenal win, I’ll be sat on the sofa
Just having the time of my life.
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