Our…TT’s simply magnifique Grasped the reins from Frank Could have had it large at PSG? But…they ain’t worth a franc Another Wemberly tie awaits CFC Implanted in our DNA What a blinding sight, on a balmy night to see, TT racing down the touch-line, sending City on their way! Repeat n repeat n repeat!

Touching seventy, wizened, livid as sin Nicotine dentures, knotted scarf, curlers in By the time, a breath-gasping interval came Down,“The Lane”, midst an exasperating game She’d hordes a South West Londoners querying… Our legitimacy, at birth, in the main?

Talisman Kane, Yes, him yet again Steers Ingerland one nil in front To a cacophony of moaning n groans, We cringe as a napping John Stones Leaves us pole-axed to be perfectly blunt The Three Lions beginning to tire, Another Harry…this time Maguire Atones, on behalf of Stones, being a chump.

Just off Brisbane Road Stands a desirable abode Micky (The Brickie) built himself, from scratch Though he had a slight conundrum Him not hailing from East London Where to go for a few light ales, and catch a match? See, Micky hails from Pimlico Where Old Father Thames doth ebb n flow A goal-kick down […]

“Oi Ginger! Go in goal? Jimmy, you’re no good so ‘n so You’re as useful as a fork for sipping soup”, “But…Enda…” “Ginger, I know you wanna play full- back But six-two down, us getting thrashed You in goal, there’s a chance we might improve”. Sporting a raging bleating hump I gave leather spherical a […]