Happy Birthday Accrington Stanley
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No not Matthews or Bowles
But Accrington Stanley
Ian Rush’s favourite Reds
“Oooo are dey?”
I hear ye cry
Well look to your football history
Take a trip down memory lane
And with tones of the late Joe Gladwin
Slip though the cracks and crannies
Of a Northern landscape
We step like Alice through the looking glass
Chasing a leather Casey caked in mud
Dreams pounding in the the heartbeat of a child
Ankles red raw from backyard tackles
And a terrace silent as gravestone
Waiting for CPD…
But ghosts rattle back into life
And the Accy Ultras
Revive and rise like an East Lancs Lazarus
And Stanley dreams like Stanley knives
Sharp they are
Aye sharp alive.
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