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The Evening of the Boycott

Jack Ling

Saturday, January 24th, 2009

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Evening Kick off at St.James’ Park,
Floodlights cutting through the dark,
Pitch deserted like an abandoned park,
But for white-paint groundsmen ready to make their mark.
Kick-off announced over P.A,
Twenty to seven, no delay,
No seat is taken but its half-past,
The East Stand flags are flown at half-mast.
For no turnstile has been in operation today,
Fifty Thousand tickets avaliable but few have paid,
For high up in the Milburn stand sit Ashley and his Cockney band.
A statement released, by him and Llambias, claiming no-one really wants to buy us,
“I wont be selling the club with haste”
Despite the bids that he had faced,
From Consortiums who certainly knew their place,
Who would not undermine any Geordie Messiahs,
Or sell any of our good players to eager buyers.
Instead, Mike had turned these down, claiming in a statement,
“There is no interest around”,
“From potential owners to buy Newcastle United”,
A club whose history has been blighted,
By boardroom scandals that have affected us in the League,
Who remembers Stan Seymour and Willie McKeag?
We are ran by clueless fools,
A Football ‘supporter’ who broke the rules,
Who decided to lie to keep this great club,
And the badge he knows we are too loyal to snub.
He has insisted on keeping Tourettes Kinnear,
Offered him a lucrative contract out of fear,
That one day he will leave our team,
(Everyone knows that top gaffers are few and far between).

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Ashley’s fears were realised on that great night,
When the Toon decided to go on strike,
No Geordie would enter St.James’ that night,
For things had gone far too far,
Fuelled by the departure of Given the star,
Ash would face financial implications,
The story had swept across the Nation,
“The fans have seized back control of the club”
Ashley’s cigar had finally been stubbed…

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 A Quarter to Seven,
The Leazes was empty,
But for the away fans,
Of whom there were plenty.
And a handful of Geordies,
Who couldn’t resist,
Despite the pleas of mates who tried to insist.
The famous Gallowgate- empty,
The Milburn too,
So was the East Stand,
But for a few…

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 Final Whistle blown,
And Boycott completed,
Toon Army triumphant,
Ashley defeated.
We would tell our Grandchildren,
That his reign was depleted,
By us Newcastle fans,
Who refused to be seated,
Instead we decided to make a stand,
And that was how we got rid of,
The Cockney band.

© Jack Ling 24th January 2009

Notes

My Gran has strong views that the Toon should boycott so I decided to write this poem in order to try to imagine the colossal affect it would have on Mike Ashley.
Thanks to John Oliver, a good friend of mine who told me about this website and frequently posts top-draw Newcastle poems onto it.

I’m 15 years old and also write Football Articles on my Blogger- LAPFanzine@gmail.com. Just search ‘Jack Ling’ on Google Blogger if you want to read them! Thanks.

Many thanks to my good friend John Oliver for telling me about this

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/the-evening-of-the-boycott/