Hitler’s Arm…
(Birmingham City 1-2 Aston Villa, November 2007…)
A bellowing began at my left ear
And Hitler’s arm angled
Across my vision,
Towards mindless Blue,
A kaleidoscope of faces.
The enemy, the despicable,
In a circus built on cheer and fear.
A billowing flag draped over my head
And barking insanity echoed
Across my hearing,
Towards imitating Blue,
A congregation of faces.
The hated, the insufferable,
In a purgatory built on loathing and dread.
A buffeting ensued at Villa’s success
And that clawing arm hooked
Across my neck,
Towards tranquil Blue,
A sorrow of faces.
The defeated, the seething,
In a hell built on ire and excess…
Pete Ray...
Blues 1 Villa 2, November 2007 and a chap standing next to me, high on something, doubtless.
He initiated much of the chanting, the majority of which was yelled in as disgusting language as he could dredge up.
He missed much of the game due to his mission of verbally abusing people who actually couldn’t even see him…
He pointed at random characters and was motioning that he would like to see them outside and punch their freakin’ eyes out...
When Villa scored their goals, the chap hooked an arm around my neck as he bounced, with his left arm punching air, which was daunting because my son had grabbed the right side of me too and was
attempting to bounce ME up and down…
My 12 stones of weight anchored me fortunately and I became a pivot for the temporarily insane.
At the final whistle and after the chap had returned to a more humdrum existence, I shook his hand and
declared, “Nice to have met you, mate…”
He lamely failed to handle that…
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