Evening Kick Off On Cold Blow Lane

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 A wet Tuesday night in May 78 and we’re already down
Relegated to Division 3 with some weeks to spare
My dad and me leave New Cross Gate
And head towards the only light we can see
The Den awaits and a seven year old is very excited
His first game with his Dad whose been going since 46
The continuation of a family line which goes back beyond his Dad

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 That night the crowd is small but the atmosphere is still palpable
With every crunching tackle the fans go wild
Cries of ‘get stuck in Barry’ fill the air as my first hero does his job
What would happen if we scored a goal I simply didn’t know
That’s an experience I got to wait until the new season to experience
We lose this game two-nil to the mighty Preston North End

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 But one young boy is hooked and is proud to proclaim
To anyone at school that he is a Millwall fan
A journey had started that would include some joyous highs
The couple of seasons in the top-flight
A run to a Cup Final where we played with pride
And the seasons when it felt like Wembley was our second home

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 Happy memories that all grew out of that night
When we all got soaked on the run-down terrace
Of the Cold Blow Lane end and lost two-nil

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