(to the tune of “Once in royal David’s city) Roy was worshipped down at City, All the girls would call him “Stud.” Strong and brave, he showed no pity, He was really very good. Saintly in his will to win, Anger was his only sin. His manager was tough as leather, Lee was decades in […]

A useless centre forward, he would kick the ball awry. Chances came and chances went and chances passed him by. It mattered not his well-timed run or where the ball was put. It seemed the ball came always off the outside of his foot. Although it seemed to many, it might be a big mistake […]

He was proud of the day The captain’s armband came his way. ‘Twas a shame he applied it Like a surgeon’s tourniquet. All the blood drained away And his withered arm turned grey But he’ll tell you very candidly He won it singlehandedly.

Oh where is he now, that guy from Zaire, Who wrought from the world a unanimous cheer, When he ran from the wall in a game ‘gainst Brazil, And then booted the ball ‘ere the whistle blew shrill? Do his grandchildren come, full of laughter and gladness? Does he tell them the tale of his […]

Oh the old Pathé news showing snatches of matches, Grainy and grimy and jumpy in patches. In the old penny seats, we would sit there so snugly, Remarking how all of the fans were so ugly. With their National Health glasses and old, wizened faces, And sticky-out ears and their shirt-sleeves and braces. Gappy-toothed goblins […]