499 - At Manchester City, where the girls are so pretty

Down Manchester’s mean streets I go tonight
With my son by my side, all dressed up warm.
We’re going to spend three hours turning white
And blue, while watching City play West Ham.
I’m eating now before I brave the storm,
Although the rain has stopped now, luckily,
Which is unusual, against all form,
Coz it always rains when you watch City.
The pale blue shirts and stadium, pretty;
Much better than dark blue or red or white.
The manager, Sven, has overcome scorn
To do well, but they’re sliding gradually
Away from the top six. I fear they might
Miss out on Europe. That would be a shame.
Wed 16 Jan 2008