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_worr'ie my fren' yust a fuckin fren'lie)1
_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