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Accusations of “Racists” seemed somewhat unfounded
As we sat in the Gillingham end
What The Gills sang back then, kinda left me dumbfounded?
Seems to me there’s still fences to mend?
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Out on the turf, the ball came down with snow on it
After spending an age in the air,
One or two of the journeymen had a right job controlling it
But then the pitch was real bad to be fair.
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The Gills nicked a one nil, and looked to be coping
With The Robin’s attack and dire field
As the home punters gave their support in faith hoping
The Robins would let fly at The Gills.
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The interval came there were raffles and half times
As a group of small kids trod the pitch
Intending hitting ‘the bar’ from the eighteen yard line
Which two of ‘em did, and they’ve the medals to prove it.
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Proceedings resumed, The Gills were still singing
The home fans were silent be now
The Robins made two changes, in scant hope of winning
Where the dugout bore witness to a row.
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Plastic bottles went flying, as the tugged turned aggressive
Cursing the boss for his stance
In truth the two benched hadn’t been that impressive
Except in displaying their petulance.
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The Gills added two more, were streets ahead of Cheltenham
The whistle blew, we trooped off in the rain
But what’s written seems somewhat insignificant in comparison
To events unfolding on a field down ‘The Lane’.