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I remember way back to a point of lament
To my days as a lad stood on the embankment
The era of Wyn Davis and the great Freddie Hill
A player who was blessed with ability and skill
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The embankment was massive which had a weird looking shed
A scoreboard stood proud with the letters A to Z
At first I wasn’t sure why these letters were used
And when the numbers appeared I became more confused.
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After a couple of weeks I got the idea
That after each letter the half time score would appear
A glance in the programme to see who was who
And which sides were winning in the old division two.
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I watched the reserves when the first team played away
The man in the shed kept the score on display
There was no GMR nor updates galore
Just a bit of a wait to see the final score.
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So now there`s no scoreboard just a video screen
Where updates and replays can always be seen
No man in a shed no numbers nor letter
Has football changed for worse or for better.