As I bought a train ticket to London
To go’an watch me favourite side
The ticket box Herbert never let on
That in London the tubes were on strike.
So cutting it fine from the suburbs
To get to the game across town
I was ever so slightly put out and perturbed
To find the underground system shut down.
With twenty minutes left before kick off
I pondered on going back home
Just then a hackney pulled up to a stop
So me mind was made up I would go.
At ten minutes past three, the taxi and me
Pulled up at the gates to my dreams
The streets round the ground by now empty
Cept for stragglers like me racing in.
With a pony on the clock I was in for a shock*
When I eyeballed cab fare on the meter
With a programme to come and a seat for me bum
Cabby said “This footballing lark don’t cheap squire”.
I missed our first goal through me abscence
Being late getting up to me seat
But when full time came. I was stood there enraptured
As Man City by six goals were beat!