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Not really a song but we played someone (Norwich?) at home a couple of years after the 93 FA cup final (the year there were NO semis and we didn't take part). A sub got off the away bench and started warming up to ....
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That’s right pal. It was a Glasgow Rangers song.It doesn't need to make sense. The beauty of it is that it's opaque, with many different possible interpretations. Like a good film, it never quite reveals itself. It leaves the listener to use their imagination, and draw their own conclusions. It can be...whatever you want it to be.
For me, it's a vision of a far off and almost mythical age. The year is 1889. The Blades are born. There is no Hillsborough. Jack Charlton is...well, he's not alive yet. and if he's not alive then he's dead. The pig fans have fled because obviously we've seen them off (again) because we're well 'ard.
Is it a perfect fit? No.
Does it leave questions unanswered? Of course.
And so it should. That is its beauty.
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Colin, Colin Morris, Colin Morris on the wing..
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Sing something simple... - just for the venom that came out in the last word of the second (and last) line!
Tbf, we're probably not the greatest team the world has ever see, nor has my dad ever advised me to support Wednesday and whilst I've called him many things, I don't think I've ever called him a cunt.Nope still not buying it.
You and your ethereal arty farty drivel can smoke whatever trip weed that helps it make sense.
Every other song has some semblance of logic to it bar that one.
It's shite.
Now, when you hear lyrics like "on Shoreham Street, where it's magnifique" that's genius
Classic. That one started (I think) at an Everton away game (late 80s?). We won 2-0 I think!! Sorry, details are all a bit hazy.
That's the one. Well remembered.Think the game you're referring to is toward end of season, 1992/93. Night match at Goodison. We won 2-0. Think Charlie Harfield played (a player I always rated) and had dominated midfield.
You're right the song went on forever. Remember hearing a few Evertonians at the end of the game saying it sounded like a Gospel choir. Great atmosphere.
Everton were a soft touch in them days. That's why it pissed me off how they managed to turn around that Wimbledon match the following season.
Chris Wilder was a few rows in front of me even though he was a Rotherham player at the time. He sang throughout the matchThink the game you're referring to is toward end of season, 1992/93. Night match at Goodison. We won 2-0. Think Charlie Harfield played (a player I always rated) and had dominated midfield.
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Isn't it great how we change the words for the young uns. When my youngest was 6 years old we used to sing " Oh Stephen Quinn you're the Iove of my life oh Stephen Quinn you're the love of my life oh Stephen Quinn i want ginger hair too" forgetting the wife bit. Others stood near him would look on surprised and unsure whether he'd changed the words or not. That's all changed now he's that bit older (and Quinnys gone)My boys love it too, although at 8 and 12 they thought, (until they very recently figured it out!) that it was "dirty black bum of a crow" and "poo on the losers below".....I don't think Mrs Torrix would have appreciated me teaching them the correct lyrics...
Wember lee, wember lee
We're the famous Sheff United
And we're going to wember lee
'I'm a Rambler' is a classic.
'Shoreham St, Magnifique' is another.
Don't hear We Are Bladesmen much these days, or Forever and Ever. Seemed preoccupied by garbage like 'Everywhere we go', sung by every ten a penny club in the country, including the Snort Beasts.
Jack Charlton is dead, and the city is red
yeah - that works.
always hated that song btw
"and the year is 1889" is the lyric that most sing and it doesn't make sense.
There's often pig fans in town, they haven't fled - Hillsborough is still there, albeit a shit hole - the song just makes no sense whatsoever. It's stupid
If the year was 1889 Jack Charlton couldn't have been dead as he hadn't been born - OK Hillsborough wasn't the home ground of the pigs until 1899 so the only grain of truth in it was that there would be no Hillsborough to sadden anybody's eyes. Now people are stating the lyrics are "every year is 1889" Doesn't anybody work on logic any more?
I actually like the continuous round of Sheffield United, repeated when one group does it followed by the other.
Although it normally coincides with no actual action going on - at least from our perspective.
I remember losing 4-0 away at Grimsby (well in Cleethorpes) last game of the season when we sung that for about 80 mins of the 90.
We'd all past caring by that stage - pigs had got promoted and we couldn't give a flying fuck
That match was also noteworthy for the fact that I got the badge off John McPhail's shirt - nearly had the whole shirt but in the scrum it got wrenched from my grasp and the badge was all I could salvage.
Put it in a square, brushed aluminium frame (round window) so it frames it perfectly - Ken Junior inherited it as soon as he could say "Blades"
The match was also said to be the game where Reg Brearley decided to invest in the club - because of us lot at Grimsby.
Anyway - Shoreham Boys is another good one - although I have to admit that, whilst I have partaken of several ales in many reaches of England's football league, I have never just turned up and began shagging any of the local women.
I'm far too refined for that.
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