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“The Shots are climbing the leagues
And we’re coming to get you!!”
I must confess I could not help but laugh,
When I first read this cheeky pair of lines.
A team currently confined to the Conference
Coming to get us?
“What an idea! That’ll be the day!” I said to myself.
“The gulf between us is too wide,
And never can be bridged.
We’re blue-blood Top Flight Nobles,
You’re rag-clad Non-League hicks.
A Cup-Draw’s whims might make our two paths cross,
Yet there’s no other way that we could meet.”
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But then I fell a-thinking: “The Shots in the Big Time?
Why not? Stranger things have happened.
It has been done before.
Wimbledon, Swansea City, Oxford United,
All have gatecrashed the party,
Rubbed shoulders with football’s Elite.
Reading (not far from Aldershot) have just made it.
If they can…”
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For this is the beauty of the Beautiful Game:
The Lowly rise, the Mighty tumble.
Towers are raised, Empires crumble.
The Royals join the Aristos,
Forest languish in League One,
Their once-proud fans are humbled.
This is how it’s always been.
How it should ever be.
Three up, three down, as Fate decrees,
No places guaranteed.
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So, I lick my lips at the mouth-watering prospect
Of seeing The Shots tread the Hallowed Goodison Turf.
And…sticking five past ‘em!
Or even (perish the thought) watching our Keeper stoop five times –
Shot to blazes by some sharp-shooting hotshot Shot!
For I hope they’ll adopt a nice, open, attacking style,
And, (if you’ll pardon a Cricket metaphor), “play their shots”.
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More power to your elbow, Shots.
I wish you all the best.
Until you’re in the Premiership,
Allow yourselves no rest.
The Ladder’s there for you to climb,
So climb, pursue your Dream.
Rise high, soar, fly, reach for the sky,
And stuff the G14!