The midweek floodlit match
and Stevie Heighway on the wing,
the memory of Bill Shankly
and the time when Kenny was King…
the band I listened to called them Fearless
and as images of Hamburg days and leather jackets
filled the fluid nature of my very existence;
got to choose between the Stones and The Beatles,
my vote went north every time
and went stratospheric the first time
I heard Pepper take the band out for a spin.
They are the Fearless, they are the glue
that frightens the Westminster village