Déjà Vu?

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 We’ve been here before though I can’t re-call when
Locked stadium doors, threatened administration
Punters in tears with their history in shreds
Those up and down years immortalised in their heads.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 That club was a part of our culture
Our granddads and dads went to watch
Picked clean by money crazed vultures
Stripped bare of its assets and stock.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 We live in a world of whose turn is next?
Where the cash strapped are nailed on to fall
Those of us well off in West London could never expect
To see our local club, almost go to the wall.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 When half empty terraces would coldly recall
Those great halcyon days through a mist
The night at Old Trafford when Dave Webb scored that goal
Is but a dream, if our club don’t exist.

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 Fond memories are etched in the cranium
Of nail biting victory’s and draws
But what do they mean if your stadium
Calls full time then closes its doors?

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 Keith Burkinshaws’ words seem apt at this time*
As orphaned fans walk cold streets in despair
“I fondly remember White Hart Lane in its prime
When there used to be a football club there”.



We almost went bankrupt once and I distinctly remember, that we had until the following Saturday to pay the Vat-man or he was going to put us out of business. Saint Ken Bates came riding in on a white steed or white beard, rescued and turned us around in fine fashion (a la Leeds) or we would have been no more. My thoughts go out to anyone who this might be happening to, it’s a truly awful feeling knowing full well that your beloved local football club might, just might cease to exist.

*Keith Burkinshaws caustic comments came after he resigned and walked away from building a decent side at White Hart Lane fed up with the antics of Irving Scholar and Robert Bobroff who seemed more interested in turning Spurs in to a PLC on The London Stock Exchange than a decent football team out on the field of play.



Source: https://footballpoets.org/poems/deja-vu-6/