It’s All Looking Good.
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It was our final day of existence
When our club was saved by the bell
After those previous dodgy owners
Placed our fans through sheer hell
Their grasp was like a tightened vice
Unwilling to let it go
They held the club to ransom
They were the lowest of low.
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We began new life in Division Two
Recruitment came thick and fast
But these weren’t Ian Evatt’s players
And we knew they wouldn’t last
The recruitment guy was ousted
Yet the season had begun
The games came thick and fast
And very few were won.
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With a few players out and new ones in
Performances improved no end
We’ve now won six games on the bounce
Evatt’s found that winning blend
But not just are they winning games
The teams performances thrill
The style of football is impressive
It’s just like watching Brazil.
Big Sam and Jay-Jay!
Some of us “Southern Softies” still hold a candle for the breath of fresh air that was Bolton way back then!
Great poem Dennis, thanks for sharing.
Clik