Singing Loud and proud!
Singing loud and proud!
It's Saturday's game
we go away on the train
spirits not dampened
by the torrential rain
Arrive on their patch
like lions in a pack
sometimes attacking
sometimes attacked
Moving on together
that tribal mentality
I know its not right
but it is the reality
Finishing our beers
we get near to the ground
blood pumping as I feel
the crescendo of sound
Tension in the stadium
we chant in our ranks
but we're in their end
surrounded on all flanks
The ref blows his whistle
the violence explodes
fighting on the terraces
police appear in droves
The aggro subsides
the crowd parts in waves
our team has a chance
the goalkeeper saves
We sing on to the end
the spoils are shared
we'll be back next year
we're not running scared
It's the end of the day
we're back in our town
we'll be back next week
singing loud and proud!
© August 2008 Jeff Dawson
darren thomas
Wed 20th Aug 2008 16:19
One of the reasons why I'm emotionally scarred is because I was once a ball-boy at the old Burnden Park, proabably around the time you're talking about Jeff. (1977-79). In the days when Neil Whatmore was centre forward. He was the first adult I had seen in the flesh who had red hair that wasn't a novelty wig. Willy Morgan - who, of course, was 'on our wing' and a whole host of seasoned pro's including Sam Allardyce & Peter Reid. At half time we each received a packet of crisps and a carton of Vimto. Which was marginally less than the players of that period received. I have fond memories of being spat at by away fans (and occasional home 'fans' too). In fact, I thought you looked familiar!