Spurred On By The Stretford End.

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 A sparkling light beamed down on us
Warmed by bright Old Trafford lights
We had come and silenced Manchester
With our fervour for the fight.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Just promoted to the big time
With a journey men like team
We were fearless too, coming from behind
When a late one brought us even.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Jesper Olsen ran us dizzy
He was fly and fleet of foot
When he scored it was if he
Danced on air, our backline was clearly shook.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 As John Neal on our bench kept calm
All them Mancs thought we were beat
While Pat Nevin kept the touchline warm
Micky Thomas did things sweet.

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 Joey Jones, colossal stood immense
Spindly legged and tattooed arms
He would dive in there, where lesser men
Fear to tread for fear of harm.

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 Standing stout to Man Yoo’s swift attacks
We came back in to the game
With Pat Nevin skinning an aging back
We’d Dave Speedie stood complaining.

7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 Kerry Dixon led the line that night
Who was scoring goals for fun?
Then a song went up as a Northern slight
Left us London Blues fans stunned.

8 Leave a comment on verse 8 0 “Do you know where your old woman is?”
Micky Thomas heard them sing
Then he shut them up when we went one each
And us Londoners stood and grinned!

9 Leave a comment on verse 9 0 Seems Micky had so many clubs
His poor wife had, had enough?
What with upping sticks, moving home and stuff
She had gone back home to mum.

10 Leave a comment on verse 10 0 Them Newton Heathers really turned it on:
“Anyone here seen Micky’s wife?”
T’was catalysis stirred Stretford End to song
And us to a draw….. up in Manchester that night!



The above poem is loosely based on one of my best nights on the road as a Chelsea supporter, our astute manager John Neal had for about £500 grand built a team that won us the old Division Two title. A year after we nearly went skint and out of business.

First season back up, we’re off up to Old Trafford, to play Man Yoo on a Wednesday night 1980-1982? Micky Thomas who had left Man Yoo to join us, had mislaid his wife! Seems no-one(including Micky) knew where she was!

So the Stretford End wisely decided to give it to him big time all the way through the game with “She’s here, she’s there, she’s every bleeding where, Micky’s wife, Micky’s wife” and such like being bandied about.

I’ve no doubt in my mind whatsoever that it spurred Micky and his new team-mates on, and enabled us to nick a well earned draw, which left the singing Stetford Enders looking slightly sheepish!

So belated cheers for the inspiration lads.



Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/spurred-on-by-the-stretford-end/