Screamer and a punch up

Gravel crunch

Dodge the puddles

The wheel of time’s turnstile

A rusty squeak


Scaffolded stage and weeds slide

Around the edge

Slight undulations

Bobbing grass across the view


Facing west you watch

As the hill rises out of the rooves

Clipping chimneys and cables

As it climbs into the clouds


Thoughts of glory on the grass

Mirror those under famous arch

Yet every journey must start

At some homespun chapter


A million miles as the crow does not fly

The straight run is made by the train

Arcing across behind the goal

As the game roars into life


These lads want to travel different path

Through blood and thunder

Streets lined with history



So when the grass roots

Give us a wonder goal and a melee

It’s worth remembering where you came from

Everything, even-the-never-where-it’s-supposed-to-be train

Has to start somewhere

Next stop Wembley


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