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.
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.
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.*
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?
We seem to think it’s only us
Who endeavour odds against?
And that fans supporting other clubs
Never taste our selfish pain.
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?
I know me mates on reading this
Will question me sanity
He’s radio rental, is something missing,
Where’s his sense of loyalty?
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.
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!