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From small beginnings in 1877 – school and Church
Would become the Genesis of a historic football club.
Their distinctive gold and black colours trailblazed
Across the decades; Cup winners, League champs,
International honours, and those wonderous nights
Of floodlit magic against the cream of Europe.
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Great players graced the Molineux arena, making
Wolves’ name known beyond these shores; eventually
The bubble burst. But the club had to continue, and
At times fight for its’ very survival. But survive, it did.
And so, in Cardiff we reached the Promised Land –
But the golden chance was squandered; limbo again.
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Now it’s frustration after frustration – supporters
Jaundiced by too many false dawns; a sullen apathy
At home matches. We proudly celebrate our past;
Statues outside the ground, DVDs in the club shop.
But it’s a heavy burden to bear – this preoccupation
With those long gone, trophy-laden, glory days.
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The fans know their history only too well – but the
Players know it not well enough to self-motivate
When they’re 1 – 0 down with ten minutes to go
On a wet November night at some distant outpost.
Pride enough to accept the challenge of Wanderers’
Winning years is the least that Wulfrunians expect.