• Poor old Andy Gray He’s twinned with brontosaurus Sacked for having his say It’s just the way it is Doesn’t matter to me Whether you’re a Mister or a Mizz It’s football, we like a bit of banter We like to have a good old moan It adds some fizz to our Fanta Shock horror, […]
  • A club on the rocks welcomes Jewell – his duty to get blood from a stone Come in, welcome, wipe your feet, shake hands You’ll soon be wiping your eyes and shaking your head like the rest Ipswich, my dear Ipswich You were the Joneses we used to want to keep up with The little […]
  • The dead used to be people I had only met in photographs Sunday hats and Sunday baths Now the dead are men I recall admired faces on football cards lined up by teams in our back yard Now they have daisies for stars No more autographs to sign But still taking corners in our minds
  • Where do you stand on diving? Do you mind if your players cheat Or should they, at all costs, Stay up on their feet? Do you just hate it When players go to ground Flat on their faces When there’s no-one around Do your strikers race forward The big number nine He gets in the […]
  • Christmas is a busy time For our football teams With snow and mud and frozen pitch No sign of peppermint cremes The players struggle to keep their feet In boots of many tints Tottering under the weight of snood Gloves, hat and ego-splint Us fans don’t have it easy Sitting high up in the stands […]