Written by Christopher Hales
The stairway down,
The smell of Budweiser on the teeth,
The yellow gaze on my
eyes. Noise after noise of ‘the lads’ chanting
The sing song on match day
Thickens and thickens,
My ear drums ready to go the
Way of the bomb.
The blue and white scarfs
Waving like outside Buckingham Palace.
The sinking of pint after pint.
It never ends.
I spiral further down the hole.The stairway down,