Saturday Come what may A win, draw or defeat, Rest assured, we´ll have a say When our two fine clubs meet, Though we know There´s far to go Yet, early signs would seem, To suggest that our lads on show Still believe in their dream, Which this year Is very clear To hang on to our place, And although there´s much to fear We´ve not yet been disgraced, But what of you There were a few Moans and groans, I recall, When Brum´s McLeish became your new Leader, before you all, It seems to me That gradually He´s winning your respect, Although those outside only see His overall effect, So, again This away game We know won´t be a cruise, And though football´s always our aim We´ll take a bump or bruise, Peter Grant ´Agony Aunt´ And your new number two, We know of old, and so he can´t Surprise us with much new, And I saw That, as a draw Is how six of your games, Have ended, so is one in store If we can douse your flames, For I´d say A point away And a goal, which if we seized, Should sparkle too, on Guy Fawkes day Would send us home well pleased. Yours hopefully,
How you keep coming up with such topical expertise never ceases to impress me, your worship, you are truly talented
A tale of two Grants indeed Which of them will feel in need, Of a pick-me-up Or a second cup Of something strong, after the deed. OTBC
I never get tired of writing them, and anyway it´s just as much for our own amusement as it is for theirs, Thai. At least ´Dear Reds´ sold like hot cakes!
"And though football´s always our aim We´ll take a bump or bruise" Heskey left a canny few of those via his elbow at Sunderland last week. Our keeper has a fractured nose and a fractured eye socket. Yours might need a safety helmet.
