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Come on, The Colliers!

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 A lone bugler occasionally
blasts out the right note.
Maybe also the source
of the odd native American
war cry. The few hundred at Ashington
are passionate in their support.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Proud mining town, home
of the Charlton brothers
and Jackie Milburn. But nothing works.
A looping header hits
angle of post and crossbar early on
but never so close again.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Crescent moon above the little stadium.
A first-half breakaway by the men
from Yorkshire enough.
No one alive to remember
the Third Division (North).

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 Before the game I get talking
to a former non-league goalkeeper
who’s a regular at Woodhorn Lane.
He once won the FA Vase
but now needs hips replacing.

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Source: https://footballpoets.org/poems/come-on-the-colliers-2/