Tottenham away is a cracker . . . We’re the Chelsea boys . . . Harris nutting a big cunt between the eyes . . . and a few of the blokes start kicking him in the head and gut, driving him under a parked car . . . and I’m in there feeling the sheer joy of kicking a deserving bastard in the bollocks, head, gut, anywhere . . . The rush is there and my body tingles . . . It’s better than shafting a bird. Better than speeding . . . This is what life’s all about. Spurs away. Love it.
No angel jingle herein fact who took the who out of hooligan?
& no bum rush, home or away they’d parked the car
(said Stee'va, eeze only a fren'lie, don' worr'ie my fren' yust a fuckin fren'lie)1
Da' boys _have seen the present and know_ _it does not work_2(urp)
. . . effing and blinding throughout3
Bollocks' own, life’s all about bird’s eye view: Nothing deserved to live!
Contains bottle Chelski nuts4sheer joy shafted & spurred away
That driver’s some conniver, all sped up on a class action cracker
1.Yrs truly, So Got Schooled: In the Tower, On the Field (three memoirs), p. 10.
2.Hugh MacDonald, Glasgow Herald, review of The Football Factory: “[A] group of Londoners who have seen the present.”
3.Review in Blah Blah Blah: “The most savagely authentic account of football hooliganism ever seen. The book’s veins pulse with testosterone and bellicose rage, effing and blinding throughout the warzone of macho culture.”
4.AKA Chel$ki, Chel’scum, etc.; “to bottle” is to choke under pressure.
Stephen Bett is a widely and internationally published Canadian poet with 26 books in print (from BlazeVOX, Chax, Spuyten Duyvil, & others). His personal papers are archived in the Contemporary Literature Collection at Simon Fraser University. Find him online at StephenBett.com.