Portugal were pasted and peppered, The Danes died a death in their den. The lad Lineker lurked like a leopard, Maradonna made mincemeat of men.

They say Brazil in ’70 were the greatest ever team, Aristocrats of subtlety and touch. But for me, one side eclipsed them as the World Cup Finals cream – The legendary Cruyff-inspired Dutch. Nurtured from an early age, the kids grew into men, Competing on the highest stage as such. The awe-inspiring football lies beyond […]

When the ref pulled out the red card, Sharon kicked the ball away, But unluckily for her, her friend Yvonne ducked. The ball smacked the poor ref hard And it made him slowly sway, And he charged her with ungentlemanly conduct.

Paul and Marty Hope it’s quite A mammoth party Sat’day night. If Scotland win And thus progress, They won’t come in To work I guess. They live in hope, Which we’ll support – We’ll gladly cope With two men short.

Does anyone remember Alan Suddick? Is his name still heard round Bloomfield Road? Do the old folk still speak Of his pow’rful physique? Do they see there’s a debt that’s still owed? Does the name Tony Green conjure mem’ries? Do they still reminisce ‘bout his skill? Do the praises still ring For his flair down […]