All quiet on the western front

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Do you remember queues that snaked back to the magic roundabout?
Were you that sea of red and white with heroes you could sing about?
Did you stand on tiptoes, craning tall to see your team
those valiant heroes of colours red who made us dream

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 The glory year of 69 with woodbines, ale and caps
My Granddad’s car whilst Wembley bound broke down short of the match
Exchanging flags with Maccans after Ossie ran the show
The fairground fun that in one second turned from joy to woe

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 And Hoddle’s boys who walked and waltzed right over Little’s crisps
Just one season, full of magic, vikings, even losing bliss
Were you there to see those highs and all the pleasure that they gave?
and were you there the day that Mr Brady made that vital save?

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 If you were, why can’t i see you standing with me in the rain?
it’s not your voice i hear when 4-1 down we’re crying out in vain
it’s not your chants of Danny, Danny ringing in my ears
Nor are you there for me to turn to easing relegation fears

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 so if you used to share the glory days of 69
if you were Gorman’s army in the Premiership firing line
i need you here behind the goal to help me and your team
re-learn the songs you sang and wear the colours of your dreams

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 don’t break my heart and let me see my King, my palace fade
and we go down, or bust, or both and it’s too late
with names you’ve yet to sing and stars who still have yet to shine
showing passion, pride for you and me as they cross that thin white line.

7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 Steve Brady April 2001
Swindon Till I Die!


A cry for help really! If i can take anything from the season it’s the double over the slaughtered Ox!!!!!! Role on next year and the championship (i can dream!)

Source: https://footballpoets.org/poems/all-quiet-on-the-western-front/