RIP?
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Sitting here listening to the game,
wondering if it’s Town’s last one
ever.
Fitton’s takeover still on ice;
128 years of history
in danger of going down the swanee.
Creditors and tax men ready
to knock on the
County Ground door;
mountain of unpaid debts
matched by volcano of vitriol
pouring out of the papers
as fans contemplate the
loss of their beloved club.
Majority shareholder Sir Seton
holds all the aces;
only he can decide to sell,
but it must be soon.
Eleventh hour has come
and gone and now
only a few grains
of sand remain.
All we can do is hope…..
……and pray.
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