The non-league football supporters
Fighting over scraps
Of a little self importance.
"Yeah used to follow 'em,
Too much money in it now."
The cries that drift
And drizzle
Pitchward
The cry of twenty seven
Disenfranchised Aston Villa fans.
Here they're at home,
They flirt with the bar staff
And pretend they care about the score
In some pitiful, provincial meadow.
"The winger's very good you know
The winger's very good."
At full time
Knowing looks in the clubhouse
Betray all the signs
Bent scored two
You'd never know
Twenty seven people's secret pride.
