West Ham still in contention.
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Oh what wondrous delights
What miracles of art and science
The Hammers triumph over West
London neighbours whose harbour,
Nestled in sparkling opulence but then
Chelsea finally beaten on the road,
Stamford Bridge conquered
By the claret and blue troubadours
The East London street carnival,
Against the team whose
Village were once bulldozers
Almost bankruptcy and the
Darkest corners of the old Second
Division when Ken Bates
Donated a quid of his lucrative
Revenue streams now reduced
To scraps of survival,
But today West Ham flattened
The Blues finery and finesse
With their own rich fabrics
Atttacking logically with shameless
Joy, storming the barricades
Rice and Soucek
Midfield engineers
The pistons and pulleys
Driving back the blue
Tidal wave of cogs and
Wheels washing over
The helpless blue barricade
Then Bowen once again
Emerged as the young
Principal of this fluid
Mechanism, dashing here
And there, turning deftly
Then devouring space
Like a hearty banquet
Of meat and potato
Where ankles clashed
Like Roman shields
From ancient battles
Then Manuel, certainly not
Fawlty tucked the penalty
Home for parity
Amid the fleeting fluctuations
Of the game’s mood
West Ham selected their finest
Vintage of Chablis from the
London Stadium’s vineyards
Bowen, a fine bouquet and
Taste of a thousand grapes
Slammed home the equaliser
The Olympic park roof
Eruptions of volcanic claret
And blue lava
Then Arthur right at the end
Achieved the impossible
Defying the laws
Of gravity, a stunning strike
The winner
Chelsea no longer
Blue is the colour
Defeated by the
Stratford operatic
Choirs
Sir Alex Ferguson’s
West Ham way
As relevant as
Greenwich mean time
No longer court
Jesters
Still in the top four.
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