• Goodbye to Castle Street
    On the Friday before the gates swing wide, 
and the new season’s first whistle calls,
 the faithful gather in Marple Bridge,
 at the Royal Scot’s familiar walls. They come for those who graced the park, 
players and supporters gone before,
 whose names still echo in the stands,
 though they will cheer their team no more. […]
  • Goodnight Vienna
    Big lad, big heart, Stockport born and bred, A United fan in scarlet red. Though Edgeley Park still knew his face, For County too, he’d find a place. David Hazelhurst? That’s what it said. But “Nutter” was the name that spread. One of a kind, a proper gent, The sort God smiles at when he’s […]
  • The Mirror of Victory
    On the pitch where glory’s freshly won, Argentina basked beneath the sun. Yet voices rose in wounded pride: “Spain showed disrespect!” they loudly cried. As ribbons fell and songs took flight, their triumph bathed in golden light, they seemed to lose what victors know, that memory has a longer glow. For ninety minutes, plain to […]
  • Cheers, Thank You
    From captain’s armband to the manager’s chair, Chally returned to answer County’s prayer. Eleven years in non-league shadows cast, he took us back to The Football League at last. Edgeley Park was roaring when the title was won, the long exile ended, the journey finally done. Then fourth place in League Two and a Wembley […]
  • Get in the Bin!!
    Before the match, the rituals begin, A sacred routine to guarantee a win. Lucky boxers worn only on game day, Lucky socks with heels and toes worn away. Beans on burnt toast, the champion’s feast, Right trainer first or the curse is unleashed. Phone on silent, doorframe gets a touch, Salute every magpie, but once […]