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Wake, **** shower Dressed, brekkie, teeth Trainers on, ticket in trouser pocket Couple tenners in the wallet Rung the pals Eamonn's in a hour? Suits me. Lukewarm pint - like pish I need a pish Stinking toilets; urinals a pig's trough Those yellow foam pellets Wrinkled and reeking I'd rather *** myself in retrospect Back to the table I go And another pint... **** I can hardly read my watch Scan the ticket/Didn't work/What? Doing it the wrong way ***** Do it right this time Past the turnstile and into the belly Of the beast Allez, allez, allez! Semi-pro players, dribbling like babies And rolling about like them too Woah: the kids in the stands these days What happened to the proper casuals, ay? I think it's time for a pie Maybe a Bovril? Second half/Head's spinning Some boy in the lavvy, gave me - A - line of... **** knows. Head's sppiinnnningggg. What a game by the way OFFFFFTTTT - Paulson scores a peach! I could kiss his ***** right now Some man. The headache tomorrow's gonna be a killer Should've went home after the match **** that Party time: top of the league, we deserve it Old codgers, young boys alike Cheering with euphoria All the way back to town.
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Jan 28
Jan 28, 2026 at 4:27 AM UTC
Saturday, 3pm
Wake, **** shower Dressed, brekkie, teeth Trainers on, ticket in trouser pocket Couple tenners in the wallet Rung the pals Eamonn's in a hour? Suits me. Lukewarm pint - like pish I need a pish Stinking toilets; urinals a pig's trough Those yellow foam pellets Wrinkled and reeking I'd rather *** myself in retrospect Back to the table I go And another pint... **** I can hardly read my watch Scan the ticket/Didn't work/What? Doing it the wrong way ***** Do it right this time Past the turnstile and into the belly Of the beast Allez, allez, allez! Semi-pro players, dribbling like babies And rolling about like them too Woah: the kids in the stands these days What happened to the proper casuals, ay? I think it's time for a pie Maybe a Bovril? Second half/Head's spinning Some boy in the lavvy, gave me - A - line of... **** knows. Head's sppiinnnningggg. What a game by the way OFFFFFTTTT - Paulson scores a peach! I could kiss his ***** right now Some man. The headache tomorrow's gonna be a killer Should've went home after the match **** that Party time: top of the league, we deserve it Old codgers, young boys alike Cheering with euphoria All the way back to town.
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Jan 28
Jan 28, 2026 at 4:27 AM UTC
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