"He's one of our own...."

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But then where's it going to stop? Have you seen the size of our bckroom team? A song for all of them and we'll be here all day.
 
I'll try again!

We ain't got a barrel of money
But who needs Woody and Currie
We've got Tufty and Knill
And 30 goal Bill
United

If not - then I'm sure somebody can come up with something that works including Knilly and Billy!

UTB
Good shout that
 
I'll try again!

We ain't got a barrel of money
But who needs Woody and Currie
We've got Tufty and Knill
And 30 goal Bill
United

If not - then I'm sure somebody can come up with something that works including Knilly and Billy!

UTB

Love that.
 
His wife is a piglet. At least it will wind her up.

Do anything to wind a pig up. :confused::D
 



But then where's it going to stop? Have you seen the size of our bckroom team? A song for all of them and we'll be here all day.

We've got Michael Rooker,
He's a ...........

We've got a kid,
We've got a kid,
Who pulls the pints ,
Who pulls the pints,
We've a kid who pulls the pints,
His mate, takes the money,
We've got a kid who pulls the pints!
 
Can we get this sung for Alan Knill as well? Assistant, yes, but still an integral part of the backroom staff. Feel he gets left out from the hype lol

Knill's role in our success has been discussed several times, perhaps you've not paid attention?

Wilder would be the first person to recognise the role of Knill in the team's success, but ultimately it's the manager who'll receive the acclaim, always has been and always will be that way.
 
Can we get this sung for Alan Knill as well? Assistant, yes, but still an integral part of the backroom staff. Feel he gets left out from the hype lol
No.

It's reserved for true Blades that song. I like Alan and think he's doing a great job but he doesn't qualify because he's not a Blade through and through like Chris.
 
Love that.

I applaud the fact that it is a perfect fit in terms of syllables and pentameters.

But why would anyone associated with this club want to disregard the contribution of its two greatest players? One of whom recently passed away?

I don't think you've thought this through have you? It's totally disrespectful to Woody and TC - but musically excellent!
 
But then where's it going to stop? Have you seen the size of our bckroom team? A song for all of them and we'll be here all day.

Well ye, but still, Knill does press and is in the technical area most minutes of every game..

Knill's role in our success has been discussed several times, perhaps you've not paid attention?

Wilder would be the first person to recognise the role of Knill in the team's success, but ultimately it's the manager who'll receive the acclaim, always has been and always will be that way.

Its all well and good discussing it on a forum, i'm not saying NOBODY acknowledges it, i'm just saying, maybe a bit of recognition in and around the ground on match days.. Apologies i'm not here every day to read every post ever created :)
 
Same applies to Paul Mitchell and he is one of our own, or so I'm told. Paul is an essential part of our important recruitment work. Great team of three.
 
If we're winning 1-0 then we can sing "one Knill, one Knill".

or

"One nill, to the Alan Knill..."
(the 'Go West' tune)

or

"He's one of Slough's own,
He's one of Slough's ooooooooowwwwnn,
Alan Knill
He's one of Slough's own"

Probably the first ever chant to mention Sir John Betjeman's favourite town?

A bit of kultur for a Monday morning:

Come friendly bombs and fall on Slough!
It isn’t fit for humans now,
There isn’t grass to graze a cow.
Swarm over, Death!

Come, bombs and blow to smithereens
Those air -conditioned, bright canteens,
Tinned fruit, tinned meat, tinned milk, tinned beans,
Tinned minds, tinned breath.

Mess up the mess they call a town-
A house for ninety-seven down
And once a week a half a crown
For twenty years.

And get that man with double chin
Who’ll always cheat and always win,
Who washes his repulsive skin
In women’s tears:

And smash his desk of polished oak
And smash his hands so used to stroke
And stop his boring dirty joke
And make him yell.

But spare the bald young clerks who add
The profits of the stinking cad;
It’s not their fault that they are mad,
They’ve tasted Hell.

It’s not their fault they do not know
The birdsong from the radio,
It’s not their fault they often go
To Maidenhead

And talk of sport and makes of cars
In various bogus-Tudor bars
And daren’t look up and see the stars
But belch instead.

In labour-saving homes, with care
Their wives frizz out peroxide hair
And dry it in synthetic air
And paint their nails.

Come, friendly bombs and fall on Slough
To get it ready for the plough.
The cabbages are coming now;
The earth exhales.
 
or

"One nill, to the Alan Knill..."
(the 'Go West' tune)

or

"He's one of Slough's own,
He's one of Slough's ooooooooowwwwnn,
Alan Knill
He's one of Slough's own"

Probably the first ever chant to mention Sir John Betjeman's favourite town?

A bit of kultur for a Monday morning:

Come friendly bombs and fall on Slough!
It isn’t fit for humans now,
There isn’t grass to graze a cow.
Swarm over, Death!

Come, bombs and blow to smithereens
Those air -conditioned, bright canteens,
Tinned fruit, tinned meat, tinned milk, tinned beans,
Tinned minds, tinned breath.

Mess up the mess they call a town-
A house for ninety-seven down
And once a week a half a crown
For twenty years.

And get that man with double chin
Who’ll always cheat and always win,
Who washes his repulsive skin
In women’s tears:

And smash his desk of polished oak
And smash his hands so used to stroke
And stop his boring dirty joke
And make him yell.

But spare the bald young clerks who add
The profits of the stinking cad;
It’s not their fault that they are mad,
They’ve tasted Hell.

It’s not their fault they do not know
The birdsong from the radio,
It’s not their fault they often go
To Maidenhead

And talk of sport and makes of cars
In various bogus-Tudor bars
And daren’t look up and see the stars
But belch instead.

In labour-saving homes, with care
Their wives frizz out peroxide hair
And dry it in synthetic air
And paint their nails.

Come, friendly bombs and fall on Slough
To get it ready for the plough.
The cabbages are coming now;
The earth exhales.

You don't solve town planning problems by dropping bombs, so he's embarrassed himself there.
 
You don't solve town planning problems by dropping bombs, so he's embarrassed himself there.

Seeing as how:

1/ he was made Poet Laureate
2/ he's dead

I don't think he'd be overly embarassed. As a passionate defender of Victorian architecture, Slough pretty much stood for all he disliked.

You may have passed him at St Pancras recently:
800px-John_Betjeman%2C_London%2C_England%2C_GB%2C_IMG_4991_edit.jpg
 



Seeing as how:

1/ he was made Poet Laureate
2/ he's dead

I don't think he'd be overly embarassed. As a passionate defender of Victorian architecture, Slough pretty much stood for all he disliked.

You may have passed him at St Pancras recently:
800px-John_Betjeman%2C_London%2C_England%2C_GB%2C_IMG_4991_edit.jpg


Probably should have added an emoji :) Its a quote from 'The Office' (which is set in Slough).

Quite enjoy that poem, a great lament of shite architecture. Could be applied to any of the horrendous 'new towns'.
 

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