He’d done a heavy shift that day, from early in the morning,
Then met up with some pals, of later ‘grief’ there was no warning,
In this pre-match get-together, he’d consumed a pint or six,
Perhaps he should have realised that tiredness and booze don’t mix.

Then off they shot to the Riverside to see the Gunners get some hammer,
The dream, alas, became a nightmare as he finished up in the slammer.
He’d caused not the slightest trouble; he didn’t even speak,
But for watching the Boro with both eyes closed, he’s now up before the Beak.

Perhaps the thing that hurt him most and he couldn’t be placated,
Was the loss of his season ticket, which was instantly confiscated,
Now the loyal fan’s unable to watch the team that he’s long loved,
Yet this is still an allegation, which has finally to be proved.

To treat the man in such a way I find totally mysterious,
And any further punishment would make it much more serious,
I feel sure this loyal Boro fan has really learned his lesson,
And no-one’s going to benefit if the case should further press on.

Most people would, I’d like to think, want common sense to prevail,
And let us see a speedy end to this sorry little tale,
Let’s see some Boro heart and quickly give him back his ticket,
Failing which I do believe the folk will say, “It isn’t cricket.”