untitled musings on Bolton’s team selection policy on Cups

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 I’ve bin a bit cross on account of nicotine loss
The lack of a fag is becoming a drag
Me posts have gone dark as I think of this lark
Where the team set the test may not be our best
Is premiership status is all that will sate us.
We’ve lost Burnden Park emerged from the dark?
But to me it’s a mystery that so much of our history
Is set to one side in a balance sheet hide.
Giants we’ve rumbled their fortresses tumbled.
From David sling shotters to the super white trotters
Can campaigns of the past be so easily downcast?
While we send odds and sods where once we sent gods.
Built on the cup four times we have supped
The suds and the bubbles easing our troubles,
Wrapped up in the story of stadium and glory
From Wembley’s white horse ensuring we stayed the course
Til Deano’s late miss denied history a twist
For first Wembley winners to be last tower twinners.
My view of the game can just not be the same
If the premier league causes so much fatigue
That I’m expected to sing for our second string
A love that was founded as Abide with me sounded
For the only live game worthy of the name
This isn’t a Cup it’s THE CUP.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Fcuk it I think I’ll watch Wycombe in future.


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