• Adios T.C. Who’s He?
    Sticking it to a fading giant bereft a fight On a rain-swept Stamford Bridge last night The home side come to realize their class Revenge is sweet, so the saying goes, On a former custodian, once kept goal Deemed now as a right snake in the grass. Another night, shooting sights aligned The old adage…take […]
  • Identity Crisis
    The tea-leafing young git Tried to half-inch our convent school’s kit In The L.C.C dressing room prior to the game Stood (like us) in absolute stiches of mirth As a park keeper sniffed a well-seasoned shirt and from the tag read a strong English name. I remember answering to W. Smith Dinny, to R.G. Asquith […]
  • Sacre Bleu!
    Leaning down to gather up the sphere By hordes of baying Blues assembled near I wonder what Henry, the French ace thought of us? Poised to take a corner kick He stood confused at accurately being hit, By a hail of celery stalks, bouncing off his coiffured nut? Us fans broke out a song we […]
  • I Wonder. Did I Ever Tell Yer…
    Knew this fella, knew a fella Old lags in The Boob together For a little bit a TDA, while absolutely stocious drunk? Every Saturday after-noon, in their cell They joshed each other merry hell Tuned in to Five-Live, lounging on her Madge’s bunk. “Kev, we didn’t hardly ever ruck Life in our Dingly? Sweet as […]
  • A Tip To Wet The Whistle.
    Taking in a thrilling match On a sofa rallying the chaps Is proper thirsty work most fans agree. To wet one’s whistle, soldier on Is a task not to be frowned upon? This here’s a little interval tip from me… As the beep for half-time blows Quickly have it your toes Go brew up, a […]