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El Hattico

Phil Brennan

Friday, March 6th, 2026

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Down Wembley Way the coaches roll,
with scarves, with beers and sausage rolls.
Beneath the arch so vast and white,
two ‘Hatters’ clash in London light.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 In Stockport town, in days of yore,
they stitched silk toppers by the score.
Silk and felt in factory rows,
the proper ‘Hatters,’ history knows.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 The debate grows fierce as the pints go flat:
“Who’s the king of the British hat?”
“Your crown’s just straw!” the County shout,
“Ours don’t melt when the rain comes out!”

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 Yet here we are, both marching south,
with hopeful hearts and louder mouths.
For the Vertu Trophy, shining bright,
the prize that brings us here tonight.

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 No silk-topper final, no hats of straw,
just two proud clubs in friendly war.
A ball, a roar, the Wembley fame,
and bragging rights at the end of the game.

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 So, raise your hats high – felt or straw-plait,
to a grand day out and the endless chat.
Two teams, one dream, and a trophy to go,
in the Hatters’ derby – better known as…

7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 El Hattico

Notes

We all know that Stockport County are the true Hatters – Top Hats & Bowlers are Hats – Straw Boaters are not real hats!!

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Source: https://footballpoets.org/poems/el-hattico/