Am I the only mug punter What’s noticed this? Well maybe I am, and it’s a sight, Other fans have missed. But to me at least There seems something slightly iffy About two blokes out on Or sat by the side of the pitch. With what’s coming out Of their North and South’s* (Cutely covered […]

A quite wonderful season That really takes some believing Is about to draw to it’s close Where a team and a man Has proved that chalices can Be won without shed-loads of dough. We can make all the excuses As our reasons for losing Berating the ref being one Yet Ranieri simply bears it and […]

As a former giant of The Midlands Fall’s away to a lower league I can’t help but note the distance Between the now, and Villa’s football history. Slid down that glassy road myself Once or twice in fact It’s like your hearts been broken by a girl Or chap, and you can’t see no way […]

The Kid we let slip though our hands* Laid on a pair and we were damned To end the game with ten fit men When our keeper caught a red again. At three down the fickle upped and left Partly blaming our demise on ref Who lets be fairs had better days Sure but that’s […]

Sat in a near empty bar Nursing an awful hangover With cognac, aqua con gaz and a double espresso. My bleary bloodshot eyes try to focus on Fading sepia photographs of the bar’s owner As a smiling young footballer Proudly wearing a Barcelona shirt in his prime. A television, above the counter Screams out the […]