The old embankment

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 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

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 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.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 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.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 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.

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 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.



This rhyme relates to the old scoreboard which was to the rear of the old railway embankment at Burnden park.
The embankment was the biggest behind goal terrace in England holding more than 20,000

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