Forever Blowing Bubbles

Forever blowing bubbles my step it softens firmly Firmly to the ground 'please mind the gap' a tannoy over head it sounds people talking on the phone children I hear screeching trains thundering past a religious preacher preaching security watching passengers ticket barriers beeping the background sound of the underground a cleaner casually sweeping exiting the crowded station to the sound of beautiful music a guitar, a blanket and a dog a voice so therapeutic my eyes are met with a sea of colour the rich colour of claret and blue supporters chanting 'IRONS our passion so dedicated and true we walk the long concrete path that leads us to our home the home of our club the home of passion our beautiful perfect dome the smell of food stalls fills the air excitement and nerves as we venture near entering the stadium looking for our stand seat numbers and tickets still held in our hand charged and nervous and soaking in the atmosphere butterflies whirling in your belly settle that with a pint of beer I'm forever blowing bubbles ringing through the speakers the fans roar loudly we sing proudly we're no glory seekers our blood runs claret our veins run blue Westham United through and through..