Fierce, dogged portrait of hooliganism
Adapted from Alan Clarke's earnest drama
Not a crack unit, more a motley crew
Bunch of louts just lacking a suit of armour
Playing to the funky tunes of The Gap Band
With Jam, Kool & The Gang
Donna Summer and Tears For Fears
Tainted Love belts out with a clang
Nick Love crafts a flash of scorching neon
1980s London sets the scene
Aspirants in Adidas and the latest Fila
With mostly heads of hair full of sheen
Dom ditches Terry from the housing estate
Bonding with the feared usual suspects
Heading the leading crew in the city
One can’t help but warm to Suzy and Bex
Soon Dom can’t escape the spiked glitz
His parents helplessly watch his demise
At odds with Bex's bully lieutenant Trigger
Snared Dom struggles with his goodbyes
"Watch your back - gonna slit you open like an envelope!"
On the mean streets storms are brewing
Bex though flourishes on the savagery
Fixation with Yeti in due course brings his ruin
Bex’s demise proves it’s all a mugs game
Hooliganism no more the rampaging bull
Ken Bates called for electrified fences
To try control and pen the “animal
Families flocked as bloodshed became bygone
With Margaret Thatcher’s "War Cabinet" team
Hooliganism now dubbed The English Disease
Soon came Moynihan’s attempted ID card scheme
Inspired by Nick Love's - The Firm
Number 7
© Emdad Rahman
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