Hersham Boys, Hersham Boys.


Not that long ago, football [soccer] hooliganism was rife in England and other European countries. Street battles were commonplace before and after matches. Green Street [movie] featured a ‘crew’ that never really went to watch football [soccer] they just went to fight. The crew were loosely based around West Ham’s Inter City Firm, who traveled by train to most games. There were notorious for using Stanley Knives in attacks on rival supporters. If you don’t know what a Stanley Knife is, then click the link, http://www.stanleytools.com/default.asp?TYPE=CATEGORY&CATEGORY=KNIVES. They are a craft knife that can do great damage when used in a slashing motion.

In the late nineteen seventies, punk was the vogue. A band called Sham69 developed a loyal following of skinheads. They called themselves the Hersham Boys, loosely linked to fashion, but that’s another story. Skinheads never understood what they were about, they just found something they could belong to, feel a part of.

England and Germany have a history of course. In football terms, that history is littered with pitch battles and street wars across the globe. It makes me ashamed to be English, but there ya go. So I took Green Street as a muse and altered it slightly to included the England v Germany situation.

The Major was the leader of the crew/firm portrayed in the film [movie] Green Street. He made the arrangements for organised battles [yes, they organised things] and he lead from the front. He was the top dog [or dogs bollocks as the Hersham Boys might say] no one moved without The Majors go ahead.

Also, the 2nd lines  of each verse are from songs often sung at a football match. In this case, it was what the England supporters would chant at the German supporters, with references made to WWII [Bomber Harris] and other instances of English/German meetings.

Lastly, over at dVerse the latest topic is Ballads, Carols and Lullabyes. I tired to make this a little Ballad Like. Old football hooligans love nothing more than reciting and reminiscing about the ‘good old days’ of violence and hatred.

 

Large groups of lads roam the town,
“Come and have a go if ya think ya hard enough”,
Its all born of testosterone,
And other manly stuff.

Shaven heads, big boots and braces,
“You’re gonna get ya fuckin head kicked in”,
More caveman chanting,
Heard above the din.

Tattoos galore, love and hate,
“We will fight forevermore, because of New Years Day”
These fellas think that they are hard,
How hard I could not say.

15 pints down the pub,
“I’m England till I die, England till I die”,
Stanley knives the order of the day,
Not long ’till fists will fly.

The Major calls the boys to war,
“England aggro, England aggro, hello, hello”
The rumble was pre agreed,
In the subway down below.

The Germans there have set their trap,
“There’s only one Bomber Harris, one Bomber Harris”,
Today English blood will flow,
Upon the streets of Paris.

The boys are in a frenzy, ready for the fight,
“Fuck em all, fuck em all, we’ll never be mastered by no German bastards”
St George Cross and Union Jack,
Are this army’s only standards.

The scene is set, battle commences,
England rush the German defences,
Their forward line is almost breached,
The turning point is rapidly reached.

From behind they hear the chants,
Sieg heil, Sieg heil, Sieg heil,
The Major knows they sprung the trap,
He see’s the Germans guile.

From front and rear they are attacked,
There’s no place left to run,
The Germans have the upper hand,
The battles almost won.

With broken limbs and bloody faces,
The Major accepts they are defeated,
That’s what you get ya silly twat,
For being so conceited!

A few explanations

Shaven heads, big boots and braces were the skinheads regalia.

Tattoos they often had were Love and Hate across the knuckles of each hand.

All skinheads thing they are hard [tough] and always want to prove it [morons]

 

 

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Fighting to save the sanity of a slightly demented forty something, who is fast approaching becoming a more than slightly demented fifty something ;-) View all posts by Tino

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