In a cheap plastic pew With a right blinding view We soared at two, two. Through the ensuing hue I mouthed toward you, “What d’yer think? Will we win it?”. Suddenly, a mere slip of a kid Cost us seventeen million quid Stuck his hand in the way Of a straightforward save Caused those gathered […]

Drop a rare old mountain dew Flask passed twixt a few Helped keep howling cross field chills at bay After mass, hastily assembled over The Scrubs, Few muckers and close bloods Deemed a proper pukka start to one’s Sunday. These German students, so they say Apparently primed for affray in their play Intended inflicting hurt, right from the off, […]

“Go on, get stuck in, Don’t be scared, a the likes of him? Yer twice the bleating size, a that nippy little runt? Try n pass the bleating thing Not backwards, over here on the wing Strewth! Watching this, is proper giving me the hump?”. “Wisha, ain’t that widder woman, got some mouth?”, Deccy whispered tentatively, he daren’t […]

“Come on Micky, three to one?”, “Kev, the bet is evens, son You’ll win away at Spurs tonight, you always do Bleating German, hardly through the door, Leave me brassic, he gets top four Still, midst your boss-eyed form, I nicked a bob or two”. “Oh, come on Micky, three to one?”, “Do that, I’ll […]

En route to Kensal Rise, via Stamford Bridge, At behest of the quare one, and Sean’s kids His hearse purred to a halt at The Bovril Gate We clambered out, sparked a pensive smoke Reminiscing a, you had to have been there, sepia joke, Blinding times, shared in The Shed with our old mate. Declan […]