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A nondescript club in a backwater town,
Smothered in the industrial Midland smog.
Colours of the landscape, black and gold –
But out of darkness, came a guiding light
When the Major took over an ailing team
And made them into a footballing power.
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Captained by Cullis, a half-back with style,
And panache, Buckley’s Wolf Cubs reached
New heights – runners-up in Cup, and League.
Players were traded, players were bought –
Moulded into a forceful, thrusting combination
Driving forward on muddy winter pitches.
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Bryn Jones – a Welsh wing wizard – joined
Arsenal for £14,000; the locals unhappy,
But still Wolves advanced, given special
‘Monkey gland’ serum the papers said; in
Reality a flu jab, or two. Fitness, diet, physio;
Modern methods in an austere, unsure world.
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He was a particular genius, this country gent
Who took Wanderers to the peak of pre-war
Soccer, laying strong foundations that brought
Glories galore in the years ahead – the Major
Built a stadium, a team and an ethos to last;
A man of greatness, on a par with Chapman.