• To Sky Blue Heroes (A Toast to the ‘Holy Trinity’)
      At a table of blue where the floodlights still gleam, Three kings of a city, the soul of a dream. Colin Bell, ever-gliding, the ghost in the field, Francis Lee, fierce and fiery, unyielding, unsealed. Mike Summerbee, winged wonder with mischief and grace, Together they gather, time cannot erase. The glasses are raised in […]
  • (Un) Lucky Seven
    Seven times we’ve made the way, To Wembley Stadium for Final’s day, With Stockport hearts we travel down, In hope our lads will take the crown. Four times at the old Twin Towers, We dreamed of glory, longed for hours, But each return was filled with sighs, Defeat beneath those London skies. Then rose the […]
  • Support Your Local Team
    In towns and cities far and wide, A question stirs, keeps football fans tied, What defines a supporter, loyal and true? The answer lies in the miles, just a few. From the North to the South, it matters nought, The team you love, your passion sought, But for those who wander, far from their home, […]
  • The Beautiful Game
    Do you recall the Hand of God? Yeah, Maradona, the cheating sod. A ghostly touch, a thief’s delight, Yet Argentines still cheer that night. Or when Zidane’s head met Materazzi, A legend’s end, so bold, so brashly. One final act, all reason lost, A rash act at France’s World Cup’s cost. Cantona soared, his fury […]
  • El Hattico
    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. 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. The debate grows fierce […]