Callous…
He blew into a small beach ball
As he was welcomed there
Like a regular at a local bar:
Loud, his eyes betraying a considerable intake of beer,
Accomplices hovering near,
For they were in awe of him, if not in thrall,
As they, in more ale dutifully imbibed…
They chanted in a small, compact cluster,
As they spectated there,
Like louts in a Spanish bar:
Uncouth, their mouths baying their abuse through their ale,
Acolytes slobbering stale,
For they showed contempt with their bluster
And the stout opposition ‘keeper was the butt of their jibes…
Pete Ray
An important game at a low level of non-league football.
Some followers of the host team arrived inebriated, then continued to drink, before targeting the guests’ ‘keeper, who was portly…
Sadly, the chants were old hat, boring and totally abusive.
And there was no need for it...
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