Went down to the County Ground
for Bristol Rovers Swindon Town;
a local derby in League One,
certain that I’d have some ‘fun’.
No household names on either side,
not what I’m used to I’m afraid.
I know the Town boss is a Jock,
goes by the name of Paul Sturrock.
Dressing room facilities poor,
mud and chipped tiles line the floor.
Hardly room to swing a cat,
must admit I’m feeling flat.
First half is a dull affair,
ball spends much time in the air.
Whole game really rather dull,
would sooner ref a game in Hull.
More drab fare in second half,
so thought that I would have a laugh
and give Swindon Town a penalty
after a ‘trip’ in front of me.
Not really a penalty kick,
but have to get it going a bit.
A nonentity steps up, confident
to smash the ball into the net.
Minutes later – ugly melee
and even though I’m not on telly,
dismiss 3 men from field of play –
for their fighting they must pay.
Now it’s livening up a bit:
10 v 9 is more like it.
P’raps I could make it four
if I send off just one more.
Yes! A foolish player dives in;
I think we’ll see the back of him.
9 v 9 is how it ends;
I know I’ve had the best of games.
Sunday back in Premiership,
really do not mind this trip:
West Ham v Spurs at Upton Park;
relief! I’m mixing with the stars.