1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Does anyone remember
Nick Berry
‘Eastender’ off the telly
Maybe before you were born?
Later PC Rowan of Aidensfield.
Other claim to fame
Pop Star!
“Every Loser Wins
Once The Dream Begins”
How prophetic
If I dare compare
Four games to go
One of them in hand.
I can touch that title
It’s in my grasp
I can already picture
That pitch invasion.
I am ready to hug the players
My fellow fans
Old skool dinosaurs
From the original ‘Rabble’
And the nouveau posh
Johnny Come latelys.
I love them all
Even kissing
A blow up giraffe
Called Ged for a laugh.
Most of all though
I want to grab
Gavin Rose
As one of his loyal
Pink & Bue Army disciples
Bear hugging him
Unable to speak
Shedding tears of joy
For him
In return for the ones
He held back
When we lost at Bognor
In the play-offs last season.
Four games to go
We can ‘afford’
A loss and a draw…
If I were to look back
Life’s always been pretty crap
My lowly purpose on this planet
I’ve come to accept
A long, long time ago.
No matter how much
Worse it gets
If we win this title
Even if I live to be a hundred
I will die happy.



(Yesterday Dulwich Hamlet beat Walton Casuals 5-0, to go three points ahead of Maidstone United, who lost at home to Faversham Town, at the top of the Ryman League Division One South. We have a game in hand, with four games for us left to play)

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