• Nineteen Sixty One, Swindon one Halifax one, No rhyme nor reason.
  • From Real Madrid It’s just a free carbon kick To unreal L.A.
  • Less of a window, More of a revolving door; With no glass ceiling.
  • It was the perfect present, Charles Buchan’s Football Monthly Annual, A book that took me instantly back To a brown linoleum floor And a hot fire cold room winter, Studying a dog eared package Of 5 year old football monthlies, A clear-out from my brother’s mate, Paddy, – Which meant that my very first football […]
  • Come Back Dad And hide “British History For Boys” Underneath my pillow while I’m asleep, As a surprise coming home present. Come Back Dad And bring home Mars Bars and eucalyptus sweets On Thursday pay nights For our weekly treat. Come Back Dad And tap the beer barrel At 5a.m. on Christmas Day morning, Exclaiming […]