Tuesday, June 28th, 2016
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kicking ev’ry ball
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Conte drives Azzuri on
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Spain are homeward bound
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~ ~ ~ ~
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dear oh dear oh dear
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same old same old English fear
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Iceland are sublime
Euro 16 ~ Day 16
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England 1 Iceland 2
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16th October 2019 at 10:50 pm
Kev….. the Rev, of that place that rhymes with Les Fridge!
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23rd September 2019 at 6:39 pm
Lewis Carroll or Andy Carroll?
19th September 2019 at 4:41 pm
with our new website format, we can now all offer suggestions on top of this.
AE Housman or Peter Houseman?
Spike Milligan or Mike Milligan?
30th August 2019 at 2:19 pm
I really, really wish I’d thought of that closing line!
2nd August 2019 at 12:01 pm
Wow. That is a fantastic tale John.Thank you. Funny and sad but hysterical. You totally captured the vibe back then.I was too small to see in those huge crowds at the Bridge when i first went to Chelsea on Dec 25 ’57 (Chelsea 7-4 Portsmouth (when Greaves scored 4) but remember …ev’ry week so well …the old Peanut sellers chucking their peanuts to the crowd .And then us chucking our sixpences back .(Tanner a bag) And then stamping on them or chucking back the shells at our mates and the cops too. God Bless Mrs Michella the Crystal Palace peanut seller….and all long gone peasnut sellers.
28th June 2019 at 3:23 pm
We have one of these shirts Clik and it is beautiful.
Great poem for a boss shirt.
20th June 2019 at 2:37 pm
Lovely poem Rhys, and That Lone Ship looks a boss book.
9th May 2019 at 12:59 pm
Great poem Clik – witty and memorable, worthy of a quite remarkable occasion.
9th May 2019 at 12:58 pm
Great poem Sharon, worthy of a quite remarkable occasion.
9th May 2019 at 12:54 pm
I really like this poem. So many great phrases: “striped and manicured”, “a crowd of heads go drooping”, “and maintain home advantage”, “when Mum blew for dinner”. Much appreciated! Thank you.