Oh heady days of locked gates,
Singing fans en masse
Surrounding sacred Wemberly pitch.
Ingerlands fans of late
Are rich, without passion
Who just don’t get games drift.
Oh twelfth man come back
To cheer on Ingerland’s team
With yer mettle, spunk and spine.
Forgoing those there on expenses, plus the vat
Who thought the summer of 1966
Was a vintage year for free corporate wine.
“There’s some people on the pitch
Who think it’s all over,
Well it is now”.
I know this sounds a bit rich
From one whose club is in clover
But has overpriced match tickets
Scared or blown away… a once devoted Ingerland crowd?