It’s my world, my land, my stars Each August when I smell that cut grass The pitch of glory and mud-smeared kit Dream your own ending, now this is it Anything is possible, how many points will we get Just how many times will we hit the net Bring on that day when its match […]

It’s the World Cup soon, they say Tournament countdown, it starts in five days Oh yeah, that – I’m not really interested Watching England, it’s become a bit of a bore – Then I remember: Hunter, Hurst and Bobby Moore June Twelve 2014 There’s me, with my World Cup wall chart My England pen to […]

When you hear the final whistle You know that it’s official Your club is relegated right enough You’re feeling blue, it’s true But there’s nothing you can do No point being glum or in a huff Always look on the offside of life Your team is down but you don’t need to be down If […]

Why do we keep going season after season? Non-believers around us can’t see the reason They just see us after we’ve lost a game They hear us moaning and feel our pain The next weekend, we go back again We’re away from our work And the problems of home We can forget sorrows that haunt […]

Three games to go, just above the bottom three Can we hold on, we can only wait and see Who knows which way the cookie will crumble One false move and we’ll take a tumble A 5.30 kick off adds to our torture Fulham played Hull we needed some fortune Fulham scored two, plunged us […]