Thursday, August 23rd, 2007
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Shorey looked assured
Robbo was done by a lobbo
Seaneen cannot be ignored
Micah’s just the jobbo
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But we must not Pander
To the ne’ersayers
We have who we have
Now it’s up to the players
© Clik the mouse, 23rd August 2007
International Friendlies – in preparation for the forthcoming Euro qualifier fixtures
England 1 – 2 Germany
Denmark 0 – 4 Ireland
Bulgaria 0 – 1 Wales
Scotland 1 – 0 South Africa
N Ireland 3 – 1 Lichtenstein (Euro Qualifier)
Germany – last team to beat us at the old Wembley,
first team to beat us at the New Wembley –
How we cling ever more to ’66!
‘Seaneen’ – Irish vernacular for ‘little Sean’ or ‘little John’
Germany’s winning goal scored by their debutante left back, Pander, who struck his shot like a missile from a Panzer
In Ireland, we celebrated our victory in Aarhus, with Madness’s “Our House” played on the radio!
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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?
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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.
7th May 2019 at 10:37 am
Such great words Ray. So evocative of that time of innocence Kepp on mate. More please. It will be under the Nostaglia section too.
26th March 2019 at 10:16 am
As a child I drew crowds; row upon row,
fifteen thousand little circles for the fans,
such a great line…bewcause we all did…and golaposts nets and floodlights too…