We could thrash Andora Even with my missus Nora Playing up front on her own Axe that duo from Chelsea And play my cousin Elsie In midfield with her sister Joan. It’s a game we must win So bring in Dame Vera Lynn To partner Delia Smith in attack Make Vanessa Feltz keeper Bab’s Windsor […]

John McNamee never wore gloves Hi-lites in his hair Or diamonds in his lugs They used to feed him on raw meat My old man used to say Ah wish he was still wor centre half today. John McNemee is in his Sixties now Stooped, and walks with a limp But ah would still pick […]

Fancy throwing celery What’s that all about ? This would never happen in the North It would have to be down South. Fancy throwing celery To us Northerners a waste Stick it in your pan of broth It helps enhance the taste.

Before this season is over Before the last ball has been kicked Before our frustrations have ended Before the last turnstile has clicked. Our clubs will send out reminders That our money for next season is due Pay by cheque or direct debit The choice they shall leave up to you. They may say we […]

We never needed money All we had was common sense We always could get into the ground Through the hole in the Gallowgate fence It was our little secret No one but us ever knew How Sixteen little geordie kids Could squeeze our bodies through. We never paid a penny But saw every game they […]