It happened kinda fast Him peeling spuds, washing the glasses Using knives and forks, and serviettes and plates When he ate with us, t’was from a chicken box In his boxers, an a shirt proclaiming “Zola’s God” Quaffing Stella by the telly with his mates. Then this totally blinding bird moved in We saw an […]

“Our defense of late was great Yet we was slain alive” She pondered on the ride, Post us conceding five On the journey to The Smoke from White Hart Lane. Her man was taking it badly He lived a lone Blue In North West London burbs Where bragging rights sadly Would do in his head […]

So the wonderful Terry Henry’s finally turned it in But a World Cup mystery lingers on That night in Paris when the ref blew for time As the pair of you slumped exhausted on the halfway line What exactly did you say – to console a gutted Richard Dunne?

A minutes respect and loud applause In memory of John Neal Reminded some of us where we once were, Looking down from a top of the hill. Those days are yesterdays we don’t fancy To even visit in our dreams When the crippling cost of an ugly stand Almost finished off our team. Getting back […]

For the everlasting memories John When great days being on the road With you and the chaps Were a real joy, rarely staid or boring Where we never knew what was gonna happen In truth nor did you most like? A time when the elfin like Wee Patsy Nevin Out on the wing and a […]