[Just a few more
Here to find,
Again past
And present mind,
Some are easy
Some less so,
Please feel free
To have a go]
40 players to find - (and apologies to those who find these tedious, I must admit I find them more interesting to create, than solve
)
When I was only just a boy
A good few years ago,
When sitting by a rippling brook
With others in the know
And fishing for a mullet, or
A pike, as was the rage,
Along the river´s banks all day
Did not hold me engaged
So as a daily task I gave
Myself while sitting there,
To write as many nicknames down
Of clubs from everywhere
And footie was the only game
For me, back then in Thorpe,
While hockey, rugby, cricket too
Gave not the rush I sought
So then I began thinking hard
What other clubs like ours,
Have feathered friends whose badge appears
On shirts to give them power
And Crystal Palace sprang to mind
As Eagles they are known,
And looking north east on the map
There were some magpies shown
Robins too I quickly found
But no coot could be seen,
But had an archer been around
With bow and arrow keen
He might have bagged a gull or two
If taking some sea air,
Down on a hill on the south coast
Or in some birch woods near
But leaving birds just for a sec
Quite a few more I found,
It was a lark in many ways
Moving my camp around
Now Sheffield U as we all know
Are called the Blades for short,
Maybe because they´re awful sharp
If on them you get caught
And Reading are a royal team
Or so they like to call,
Themselves, while Charlton are addicks
With no vices at all
And down in London too, I had
Time to punt on the Thames,
Near Putney, while looking again
For football nickname gems
And while I dashed on with my task
Finding some that would please,
I could find none any better
Than our own Canaries.
Here to find,
Again past
And present mind,
Some are easy
Some less so,
Please feel free
To have a go]
40 players to find - (and apologies to those who find these tedious, I must admit I find them more interesting to create, than solve
)When I was only just a boy
A good few years ago,
When sitting by a rippling brook
With others in the know
And fishing for a mullet, or
A pike, as was the rage,
Along the river´s banks all day
Did not hold me engaged
So as a daily task I gave
Myself while sitting there,
To write as many nicknames down
Of clubs from everywhere
And footie was the only game
For me, back then in Thorpe,
While hockey, rugby, cricket too
Gave not the rush I sought
So then I began thinking hard
What other clubs like ours,
Have feathered friends whose badge appears
On shirts to give them power
And Crystal Palace sprang to mind
As Eagles they are known,
And looking north east on the map
There were some magpies shown
Robins too I quickly found
But no coot could be seen,
But had an archer been around
With bow and arrow keen
He might have bagged a gull or two
If taking some sea air,
Down on a hill on the south coast
Or in some birch woods near
But leaving birds just for a sec
Quite a few more I found,
It was a lark in many ways
Moving my camp around
Now Sheffield U as we all know
Are called the Blades for short,
Maybe because they´re awful sharp
If on them you get caught
And Reading are a royal team
Or so they like to call,
Themselves, while Charlton are addicks
With no vices at all
And down in London too, I had
Time to punt on the Thames,
Near Putney, while looking again
For football nickname gems
And while I dashed on with my task
Finding some that would please,
I could find none any better
Than our own Canaries.
