Do you recall Everton back in the day? In years long gone by, before Ninety-Five? Up front we had men who could stick it away, Like Bill Dean, Bob Latchford, McKenzie and Gray. Our midfielders shone like a high-noon sun’s ray. A joy to behold, such skills on display. Ball passed to a Blue Shirt, […]

Back when I lived in Blighty, And went to football Grounds, I’d sometimes hear a mocking chant Around the place resound: “You’re supposed to be at home.” Away fans they would sing, When their team was two, three, four up, And heading for a win. Myself I found no fault with that, A mild, good-humoured […]

Selling to survive is an art. Some clubs do it exceptionally well. They flog their star player for a princely sum, Then unearth two nuggets that make their Ground hum. Two young, bright prospects who cost next to nowt. One bungs ’em in, and one keeps ’em out. But GCFC have never excelled At the […]

The whole week long we trained hard for this match. We practised corners, throw-ins, penalties. And free kicks too, from fifteen, twenty yards. Next came an hour of dribbling around cones, To make sure that our skills were finely honed. Then sit-ups, press-ups, other such exertions, To guarantee that we were fully fit – Our […]

Well I don’t know why we’re feeling this fright, But it’s clear that something ain’t quite right. And our noses feel so out of joint, Three games played and not a single point! Clowns in the Boardroom, Snowflakes on the pitch, Stuck at the bottom with you. Now we kicked off against Brighton, And they […]