My first goal

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 I remember the day vivid and clear
Travelling by car over the Wear
To watch a 3rd Division game in 88
With my friend Davie, my best mate
Heading towards old Roker Park
Laughing and joking having a lark
As we enter through the turnstile
Picking the best spot, a view worthwhile
50p programs, bovril and pie
No feeling can beat this incredible high
Three o’clock approaches the tension starts to soar
A huge calling shouts, the famous Roker Roar
The game kicks off for this top of the table clash
Notts County are up for it and fancy a bash
Bennett, MacPhail hold firm, true and strong
Owers in midfield not putting a foot wrong
The roar cheering loudly now in full voice
Gates is through! Our vintage Rolls Royce
He passes to Marco now through on goal
Yes it’s in! Lifting our soul
The jubilation of scoring running through my veins
A feeling I want to experience again and again
County come forward not lying down
Equalising, all the Mackems now frown
Cheering and shouting, willing to score
Shot after shot in the Fulwell there soar
The game finishes an even score draw
As the crowd applaud, with a sombre type roar
Watching them score my appetite now whet
A lifetime support solid and set

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