
By Roger Cornish
They’d crammed through the
Turnstiles by the thousands
Hundreds of thousands season
After season
Made him a Millionaire
He transferred from the
Hammers
To a Big Club up North played
In Red
Someone had tried to steal one of his
Cartiers – snatched from his wrist
Outside a Michelin Star gaff
He’d moved to Bahrain weren’t gonna
Live in London
Lived behind electric gates
Had his own security
Private Health and
Schooling
Paid no Tax
Today – fans buy season tickets
On the never – never
He crosses a street
Looks the other way
And wore a flat cap for
Irony.
