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Their Finest Hour… and A Half +.

kevin raymond

Friday, February 18th, 2011

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Main roads can confine our loyalties
To often miles apart
Yet we stand by our idols royally
Even when, goals agin us break our hearts.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 If a favoured star is on the wane
Or your club is in freefall
You’ll find reason why, to turn up again
When your heart strings feel that pull.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 We’ve all been there of a Wednesday
In that end without a roof
As the heavens began to empty
Angels’ teardrops on your noodle.*

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 Outside a ground in some Northern town
When ‘The Special’ ain’t turned up
Or three nought down, when you turned it round
From near nightmare in The Cup?

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 We seem to think it’s only us
Who endeavour odds against?
And that fans supporting other clubs
Never taste our selfish pain.

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 Do we smile when opponents down the road?
Get a meullering one night
Or enviously bite our lips when they hit two goals
Prior to winning a fraught cup-tie?

7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 I know me mates on reading this
Will question me sanity
He’s radio rental, is something missing,
Where’s his sense of loyalty?

8 Leave a comment on verse 8 0 I stood up when Di-Canio knocked one in
Straight from a throw in at our place
“Did you see that goal, the geezers brilliant”?
Witnessing envy on every face.

9 Leave a comment on verse 9 0 I’ve digressed from getting to the point of this verse
So prior to closing here’s what I mean
Hats off to The Arsenal, and near neighbours The Spurs
For two great wins in The Champions League!

© Kev 2011

Notes

* Noodle is a London slang word for head, as in “Use yer noodle!”.

Many congratulations to fans of The Arsenal and The Spurs for blinding midweek victorys in The Champions League.

Have I really just written the above?

Wow. Then I must be really mellowing toward the local opposition in me old age.

Peace.

Kev.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/their-finest-hour-and-a-half/