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Tickets

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Hells Teeth,
United AND a cup game to sort out,
We need more staff in here some days.
The fans only see the face at the window,
All they want is a ticket.
“I’m a season ticket holder”
“I’m a friend of the Chairman”
“Deano lives next door to me “
“My father used to have a box”
“I Know” – anyone you’d care to name.
Excuses hit the windows thick and fast.
They don’t see the people behind the windows
Graham, Matt and the team
Have been working flat out.
Ten(ish) people
Trying to satisfy twenty eight thousand.
Not an easy task
With various managers
Constantly asking
“How’re we doing?”
Go Away, we’re busy!!

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 So next time you think
About shouting at that window
Stop and think:
Would you do their job?

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Notes

For Graham, Matt and the rest of the Reebok ticket office team

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/tickets/