Warming yer mitts on hot Bovril
On a freezing cold day at The Shay
Four down at Gay Meadow in turmoil
With Butch Wilkins whose first name was Ray.
Harsh Manchester nights at United
Where The Stretford End caned Micky’s wife*
Their mood changed when poor Gary Bailey
Had the Mick taken out of him…..twice.
Flights up to Speke
When we really believed
We could get a result at Anfield
Three nil down at the break
Though Bruce’s last minute save
Denied us a draw, we were thrilled.
Eternal coach journeys to Roker
Where the seaside was right near the ground
Getting stiffed by ex player Clive Walker
T’was all over before we turned round.
First setting yer eyes on The Gallowgate
A quite stunning and magnificent sight
Looking down on the pitch, in awe with yer mates
With respect to the massed black and white.
Three points in the bag up at Villa
Where luck helped in two of our goals
That night in Manchester where Speedie
Ran the pitch length to score at Maine Road.
Kevin Keegan in awe of Wee Patsy
As The Toon got a hiding away
So impressed with Wee Pat
He insisted they play back
His performance on Match of the Day.
I’ve just sat here and knocked up this poem
Which the reader, I hope won’t pre-judge
Coz I’ve right missed me football, now some grounds are frozen
So much so, that it feels like lost love!