It started in the sun
with all my sisters banging on the windows of the bus
a round of applause
for me and my Rivaldo shirt
and it seemed a breeze back then
even beat the fuel crisis
though perhaps spending forced me into mistakes
but Only Fools and Horses felt like a good deal
October
the unfriendly patrons of Wembley
though the Scouse House washed out their vile taste
my hope then began to drown in the Sussex rain
November
more wasted journeys
still the Micawbers kept me on the road
December, sweet Mary Hull
foiled the weather once
but the very next week
tasted what seemed that real, final pain
Jennifer shone me a gratefully seized light
but January came the end
and there was no-one there