SAVE OUR 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.
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