• Blue and White Army
    We’re an army blue and white, Our hopes are high, our prospects bright. On this, another Season’s eve, Once more we truly do believe. We represent our city, Well, half of it at least. There is another team, in red, They’re not our cup of tea. Our stadium’s name is Goodison, A proper football ground […]
  • With God on Their Side
    On the banks of the Mersey there is a divide, Two teams with long histories for primacy vie. The one that I root for plays in blue and white, While the other in red has God on its side. There’s a big-handled Trophy, they’ve won it six times, Then in open-top bus round the city […]
  • The Years Slip By
    A new season comes and we’re all filled with hope. Hope, hope and the years slip by. Soon it is May, and we can but mope. Mope, mope as the years slip by. Players are bought and players are sold. Bought, sold for a fee sky-high. But never a sign of bronze, silver or gold, […]
  • Marco Silva’s Blue and White Army
    They said we were ungrateful, When we sacked Allardyce. Well, truth be told, we can’t deny, It wasn’t very nice. But football is a business, For sentiment no place. So poor Big Sam, he had to go, And swiftly be replaced. Nil Satis Nisi Optimum- We mean it, it’s no jest. Third, fourth, fifth, sixth […]
  • It Could Have Been Us
    I watched Croatia versus France – The Final is a must! But all the time kept thinking That it could have been us. Us out there on that Moscow pitch, Us strutting proud our stuff, The Trophy giving a fond kiss, And holding it aloft. We finished fourth, and that’s quite good, And yet, not […]