: Mon Jul 13, 2009 10:03 am
Stop your crying
(or the ghost of eddie)
I was reading my paper, I was scanning the news, I was reading the sports page
I was getting confused it said that the jjb was charging to park they said it was two pound if you went in your car.
I decided right then that I wouldn’t go again, I was miffed that dave Whelan was at it again.
Later that night when I went up to sleep I was woke up I think, by a sound in the room, I looked over the blanket and into the gloom, there was a bloke he was stood there at the foot of my bed he was grinning and laughing and had a cap on his head.
He said, stop your cryin don’t be so tight it’s only two quid it’ll be alright don’t fret over parking we can work it all out.
I thought who is this who comes to my room in the middle of the night telling me that I am tight.
I looked at him and I thought I’d seen him before perhaps on telly but I knew him for sure.
He said, stop your crying don’t be so tight it’s only two quid it’ll be alright don’t fret over parking :
I stopped him right there I needed to know what this bloke wanted me for, he put his hand out and said follow me, I thought who is this bloke is this a joke, was I asleep, or had I awoke.
Next thing I knew I had been sat in the dark and now I was hovering above central park there was a match taking place there was people all cheering and shouting like mad, he said look down there and say what you see and I looked in the kop end there was a bloke it was me.
Stop you’re your crying don’t be so tight pay your two quid don’t cry over parking it will be alright
But then I looked at the game that was going on, there where players down there that are now all gone, most of them heroes and bad un’s none.
I looked back at the bloke and was suddenly sad, that bloke wasn’t me that bloke was my dad.
I looked at the kid that was stood by his side he was jumping and waving his eyes really wide, he couldn’t see much but I don’t think he cared.
And then in one move my dad he bent down and lifted that kid, it was me, from the ground .
Stop your crying don’t be so sad don’t think of two quid think of your dad.
And I thought of the times I’d come to this ground, for years with me dad and not paid a pound I remembered the turnstile how he lifted me over he did it for years till I was eight or over.
I looked at the bloke that had brought me back here he said shall we go he said are you ready
I remembered his name, i'm sure it was Eddie.
I suddenly awoke had I been asleep? I thought about everything about me and my dad about the games that i'd seen, and I thought about turnstiles and getting in free about heroes and players I’d seen through my life.
I thought about the JJB and two quid to park and I decided I’d still go I decided to walk.
Stop your crying don’t be so tight just pay the two quid it’ll be alright.
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Thanks to the streets.
