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Ancelotti’s Blue and White Army

They said we were ungrateful
When we sacked our Portuguese.
It wasn’t nothing personal –
He’d brought us to our knees.

His string of poor results
Had us reaching for the Valium,
So we showed him where the door was,
And sent for an Italian.

His name is Ancelotti,
It has a pleasant ring,
Though some say that he’s potty
To sign up for this gig.

Nil Satis Nisi Optimum,
He sure knows what that means –
Just look at all the trophies won
Displayed on his CV.

Let’s hear no more of Koeman,
Martinez, Silva, Moyes,
Henceforth the Toffees will be known
As Ancelotti’s Boys.

We’re Carlo’s Blueclad fanti,
We’re gonna up the ante,
And though he’s not a Tuscan,
We’ll toast his name in Chianti!

22/12/19
Denys E. W. Jones

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Mr X’s Blue and White Army

They said we were ungrateful,
When we sacked Allardyce.
Now Marco Silva cannot say
That he’s been treated nice.

But football is a business,
For sentiment no room,
So poor old Marco had to go,
‘Cos relegation looms.

“Nil Satis Nisi Optimum?
What is this joke, this jest?
No satisfaction do you get,
You’ll never be the best.”

To such jibes we have long grown used,
Our critics never rest.
Yet still we cry “Come On You Blues!”
With unabated zest.

We Bluenoses are loyal,
As faithful as they come.
As true as any you might find
In London, Leeds or Brum.

We’ve had much to put up with,
Yet we don’t stay away,
For Everton we shall support
Until we’re in our graves.

5/12/19
Denys E. W. Jones

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Blue and White Army

We’re an army blue and white,
Our hopes are high, our prospects bright.
On this, another Season’s eve,
Once more we truly do believe.

We represent our city,
Well, half of it at least.
There is another team, in red,
They’re not our cup of tea.

Our stadium’s name is Goodison,
A proper football ground –
Not Emirates or Etihad,
Or some such global brand.

Our keeper’s England’s Number One,
His derby clanger cost us dear –
Those hands no longer seem so safe,
A god once, now a mortal mere.

Nil Satis Nisi Optimum,
We mean it, it’s no joke,
Though sceptics scoff, sneer, say we’re nuts,
And ask us what we’ve smoked.

And so the glory-hunt goes on,
Though some may us deride.
Come on, you boys in blue and white,
Restore our dented pride!

1/8/19
Denys E. W. Jones

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Everton away in Rotterdam

The Blue Sailors
and the new moonlight dribblers
crossed their fingers for Everton

The crisis of the mid eighties                                                                                                                                            had its bitter and bright days in many ways

Was it the year of LIVE AID ?
Was it the year of Howard’s dribblers ?

Moonlight dribblers and Rotterdam dribblers
Rotterdam dribblers and moonlight dribblers

The Blues from Merseyside lifted
The UEFA Cup Winners’ Cup

But it was three years before
the Dutch national team ruled

There is Notre Dame                                                                                                                                                      the famous Paris cathedral

There is Rotterdam
There is Everton history
There was once the year
1985

Trevor Steven this almost unsung hero
was Everton’s Rotterdam dribbler
Gary Stevens an efficient full back

Going back in 1985
this was really sweet Toffee’s champaign period

One moonlight dribbling era
of the bitter mid eighties

The rainbow ray lights
of that time

The worldwide recognized Everton Football Club
brightened our lives

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The Years Slip By

A new season comes and we’re all filled with hope.
Hope, hope and the years slip by.
Soon it is May, and we can but mope.
Mope, mope as the years slip by.

Players are bought and players are sold.
Bought, sold for a fee sky-high.
But never a sign of bronze, silver or gold,
Out in the cold as the years slip by.

Managers hired and managers fired.
Hired, fired in the blink of an eye.
But this only serves to increase our ire.
Aye, ire, you heard me right.

Pledges are made and promises broke.
Made, broke like a child’s cheap toy.
Our once mighty Club is the butt of the joke.
Joke, joke and we can’t reply.

There’s much talk of Projects, Rome not in day built.
Build, build, yet the years roll by.
And we can’t help weeping at milk that’s been spilt.
Spilt, spilt and our tears won’t dry.

Can anyone tell us, does anyone know?
Where, where does the answer lie?
When once again we with pride will glow?
Glow, glow with our heads held high!

3/10/18
Denys E. W. Jones

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Marco Silva’s Blue and White Army

They said we were ungrateful,
When we sacked Allardyce.
Well, truth be told, we can’t deny,
It wasn’t very nice.

But football is a business,
For sentiment no place.
So poor Big Sam, he had to go,
And swiftly be replaced.

Nil Satis Nisi Optimum-
We mean it, it’s no jest.
Third, fourth, fifth, sixth mean nothing,
We’ve got to be the best.

Tradition? It’s a millstone.
Ambition? It’s a cross.
We’ve not been Champs for thirty years,
But now with this new Boss…

His name is Marco Silva,
He’s worth his weight in gold.
(Or so we hope, let’s see next May
If “Silvaware” we hold.)

We’re Marco’s Blue Militia,
From the Fab Four’s place of birth,
And there’s really no more need be said,
For the whole world knows our worth.

1/8/18
Denys E. W. Jones

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