When close to the ground…you could always tell.
You were suddenly greeted by that Hot Dog smell!
On every corner, there was a mobile Hot Dog stand.
A seller at the ready, with a bread roll in his hand!

Walking to The Kop, it was my teen pre match treat.
Back then, food hygiene standards took a back seat!
In fact, I don’t think they even had a ‘seat’ at all.
Not when you judge the state of that Hot Dog stall!

The sellers wore long white coats, just like Lab men.
Coats, not been washed since I don’t know when!
Venders puffed on their ciggies, with a smokers cough.
But even that wasn’t enough to put people off!

On the stall, grubby old bottles of mustard and sauce.
And the sellers never had the right change of course!
Trays of onions, swimming deep in last week’s fat.
Can’t imagine todays match goers, putting up with that!

Oh, but that beautiful aroma, was simply one of a kind.
But today at Anfield, that aroma is impossible to find!
Personally, years of eating Hot Dogs, never took its toll.
As my immune system got used to that sausage and roll!

Now sadly disappeared, has the Hog Dog vendors voice.
It’s all different now, ‘customers’ demand a fancy choice!
But back then, most footy fans were a different breed.
As an expensive in-house Stadium menu…we didn’t need!

The sellers should now make a comeback on match day.
With their current food hygiene certificates on display!
And give them nearby toilet facilities, with soap and sink.
So, come on Liverpool City Council…what do you think?