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Now i’ve no axe to grind with the modern ground
it’s felt more like a home since Sir Ray rolled into town.
While your picture on my hearth wall reminds me every day
that i’ll always be a Saddler, though I live in Whitley Bay.
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But while learning this contentment with your memories in a book
a favourite dream recurs, and it’s always the FA cup.
Chapman’s mighty Gunners
crushed at muddy Fellows Park
with Alsop chaired above the throng,
on Morrison’s car park.