Accrington Stanley Fc The Club That Would Not Die

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 No not Matthews or Bowles
But Accrington Stanley
Ian Rush’s favourite Reds
Oooo are dey?
I hear ye cry
Well look to your football history
Take a trip down memory lane
And with tones of the late Joe Gladwin
Slip through the cracks and crannies
Of a Northern landscape
We step like Alice through the looking glass
Chasing a leather Casey caked in mud
It is said that football supporters
Grow to resemble their clubs
But what if your club has seen
Better days distant glories
Is there still a chance to dream
To put on the slap
Dust down the stadium
Repair the cracks
Or like the best laid plans
Simply grow old gracefully
Slip youth and hope the mirror lies…
Yet if football be the food of love
Play on

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Dreams pounding in the heartbeat of a child
Ankles red raw from backyard tackles
And a terrace silent as gravestone
Waiting for CPD…
But ghosts rattle back into life
And the Accy Ultras
Revive and rise like an East Lancs Lazarus
And Stanley dreams like Stanley knives
Sharp they are
Aye sharp alive

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 The Stanley Family

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 Keep the Faith

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 In The Club That Would Not Die.



wonderful traditional club, boss atmosphere, proper footie and a welcome antidote to the premiership.

Source: https://footballpoets.org/poems/accrington-stanley-fc-the-club-that-would-not-die/