• Then they were Six.
    Six games left and we are still in the mire Our so called superstars clearly lacking desire Out fought and out muscled By the Potters from Stoke Premiership new boy’s with hearts made of oak The on comes young Carroll A proud son of the Tyne To show courage and passion When leading the line […]
  • Big Al’s managerial debut.
    The ‘Strawberry’ pub,just inside the door A grey haired old geordie Sits and stares at the floor The place is packed out It’s always the same No place for the regulars Before a big game. The songs are for Shearer predicting success Misplaced devotion, the clubs in a mess And still the grey haired old […]
  • Then there were Seven.
    After a gutsy first half performance It was Chelsea who turned the screw Classy party poopers Gus Hiddink’s boys in blue Sir Bobby, Gazza, Beardsley Legends on the Tyne What must have they been thinking Sat watching our sad decline But we are all in this together And Seven cup finals lie in wait But […]
  • Now there is Eight.
    Well lads that’s another one gone And now there’s only Eight All the odds are stacked against us And we have something on our plate. The ‘Gooners’ came and saw and conquered And next It’s Chelsea to strut their stuff Another 50 thousand backing group But will it be enough ?
  • Before we had subs.
    There’s very little wrang with yer Gan and play oot on the wing Or else we’ll only hev Ten men And I’ts a game that we must win. Div’nt let them see your struggling And keep yer arm inside the sling I’ts only a minor injury And I’ts a game that we must win. Tommy […]