Steve the Bruce you broke our hearts And you a native of these parts We were out classed, out gunned, out fought We left St James’s quite distraught. Steve you had delusions above your station In front of an armchair watching nation Cut geordie pride right to the bone This son of Tyneside one of […]

I see all things poetic In Posh and Becks Just a working class couple Through my rose tinted specs And It’s not about money Of course It’s not I heard they considered an offer From Aldershot Besides, they are both quite happy With what they’ve got. So It’s not about money Of course It’s not.

He lived for his Greyhounds and football Horses, woodbines, and ale Then early one January morning My da recieved a cheque in the mail. I think it came from Vernons Or Littlewoods, one of the two Twenty-Three points he had claimed on And his dreams all at once had come true. Straight off to the […]

I met this old man the other day His once black hair now silver grey Claimed he was on the coach that day The last time we paraded a trophy. He said the City has changed since 69′ A few more bridges now span the Tyne And life was sweet as vintage wine The last […]

There is something wrong with the game today When a football club is prepared to pay The sum of Thirty Million pound For a man to kick a ball around. And should this pair of expensive feet Wander down any City street Meet homeless people with begging bowls Whose aim is survival not scoring goals. […]