Memories of Wembley
¶ 1
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Knuckles gnawed and
nails nibbled to the cuticle
as clock ticked down in ’90.
Makems put to the sword,
then reclaimed what was rightfully ours
when we were relegated;
still rankles now.
¶ 2
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Real rollercoaster ride in ’93:
3-0 up with Premiership
beckoning her hypnotic finger
when Town hit the skids:
Foxes got it back to 3-3
before Bodin penalty meant
we were up where we belonged.
¶ 3
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Never turned up two years ago:
outfought and outhought by
streetwise Miiillwaaall side.
A match too far for
Danny Wilson’s men.
Wembley bobble broke Swindon hearts
as Charlie looked sure to score.
¶ 4
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And what of tomorrow?
Passionate Paolo’s men favourites
against the Spireites.
Let’s hope the Town hordes
are celebrating at the end of the match,
turning the M4 into a sea of red and white
on the way home.
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