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Spring is sprung
The grass is riz
The mighty Blades
Have lost their fizz

(Anyone care to add another verse or two?)
 

No need to panic
It's only a blip
In Hecky we trust
He'll steady the ship.

We’ve lost some momentum
But we’ll get it back
They know what they’re doing
Hecky, Stuart and Jack.

A bigger concern is that nice Mr.Dozy
Who’d have us believe he’s all fluffy and cosy
From what I’ve been seeing he can just fuck right off
He’s a bigger con artist than Bernie Madoff .
 
I like beer
I like cheese
I like the smell
Of the westerly breeze
 
Shall I compare thee my lovely Blades to a summer's day?
Though rough winds do now shake thy darling buds of May.
Our defence has inexplicitly turned soft as putty,
Leaving us more comparable with that greasy chip butty.
 
If……

If you can lose your head when all about you
Are keeping theirs and chuckling at you,
If you think t’season’s over ‘cos we lost two
If things get worse I wonder what you’ll do?

If you can’t wait and get fed up of waiting,
Or being lied about who’s buying t’club
If you think Dozy’s really got the Shekels
You’ve probably spent too much time in the pub.

If you can dream we’re owned by 2 rich bastards,
Ploughing billions of their cash into the Lane
No doubt they’ll be called ‘Triumph and Disaster’
Let’s treat those 2 imposters just the same.

If you can’t bear to hear the news from Bettis,
Twisted lies to make us feel like fools,
Or watch the club you gave your life to, broken,
A patched-up squad that look like worn-out tools.

If you can’t see when we’ll return to winning.
If you think Hecky couldn’t give a toss,
Go back & think about your Blades beginning,
We’ve had our share of winning and of loss

If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To keep the faith when all hope seems it’s gone,
And hold on when it feels there’s nothing in you
Except the Will which says ‘We will hold on!’

If you come to the Lane & keep on singing
Stay grounded & not lose the common touch,
No Wendy fans nor loving friends can hurt you,
‘Cos all Blades count with you, but none too much.

If you can fill the silence and the minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of noise & fun
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Blade my son!
 

We attract some shit owners
They play us for twats
We will be playing Wednesday next season
Look forrad to that.
 
I wandered lonely as a Blade
to Highbury, Vale and Hull
But whether away or at the Lane
life will never be dull
Then a team from the Smog tried to take our place
and for that our caps we must doff
But if they think they're taking our second place
We say Fuck Off,Fuck Off,Fuck Off.
 
If……

If you can lose your head when all about you
Are keeping theirs and chuckling at you,
If you think t’season’s over ‘cos we lost two
If things get worse I wonder what you’ll do?

If you can’t wait and get fed up of waiting,
Or being lied about who’s buying t’club
If you think Dozy’s really got the Shekels
You’ve probably spent too much time in the pub.

If you can dream we’re owned by 2 rich bastards,
Ploughing billions of their cash into the Lane
No doubt they’ll be called ‘Triumph and Disaster’
Let’s treat those 2 imposters just the same.

If you can’t bear to hear the news from Bettis,
Twisted lies to make us feel like fools,
Or watch the club you gave your life to, broken,
A patched-up squad that look like worn-out tools.

If you can’t see when we’ll return to winning.
If you think Hecky couldn’t give a toss,
Go back & think about your Blades beginning,
We’ve had our share of winning and of loss

If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To keep the faith when all hope seems it’s gone,
And hold on when it feels there’s nothing in you
Except the Will which says ‘We will hold on!’

If you come to the Lane & keep on singing
Stay grounded & not lose the common touch,
No Wendy fans nor loving friends can hurt you,
‘Cos all Blades count with you, but none too much.

If you can fill the silence and the minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of noise & fun
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Blade my son!

Kipling Gold is that. 10/10

pommpey
 
If……

If you can lose your head when all about you
Are keeping theirs and chuckling at you,
If you think t’season’s over ‘cos we lost two
If things get worse I wonder what you’ll do?

If you can’t wait and get fed up of waiting,
Or being lied about who’s buying t’club
If you think Dozy’s really got the Shekels
You’ve probably spent too much time in the pub.

If you can dream we’re owned by 2 rich bastards,
Ploughing billions of their cash into the Lane
No doubt they’ll be called ‘Triumph and Disaster’
Let’s treat those 2 imposters just the same.

If you can’t bear to hear the news from Bettis,
Twisted lies to make us feel like fools,
Or watch the club you gave your life to, broken,
A patched-up squad that look like worn-out tools.

If you can’t see when we’ll return to winning.
If you think Hecky couldn’t give a toss,
Go back & think about your Blades beginning,
We’ve had our share of winning and of loss

If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To keep the faith when all hope seems it’s gone,
And hold on when it feels there’s nothing in you
Except the Will which says ‘We will hold on!’

If you come to the Lane & keep on singing
Stay grounded & not lose the common touch,
No Wendy fans nor loving friends can hurt you,
‘Cos all Blades count with you, but none too much.

If you can fill the silence and the minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of noise & fun
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Blade my son!
I applaud you my friend, a true piece of poetic genius. You should get on to the police though I think you were plagerised by some bloke long ago👍
 
The Blades are prepared
The match is today
Once again Hecky will stick with plan A

Berge was useless
The team lost at sea
All because Hecky has no plan B

Norwood can't tackle
Egan can't head
Looks like the takeover is probably dead

It's not yet all over
Or our destiny made
It's a roller coaster being a Blade

We don't do it easy
The stress is so big
But I'd far rather this than be one of the Pigs
 
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Fallowfield knows the score
Been watching Heckyball quite the Bore

If this level of performance carries on
Any chance of the Autos will be gone

3-2 at the den our hopes are beginning to fade
Maybe Paul should have listened to Fallowfield Blade
 
Fallowfield knows the score
Been watching Heckyball quite the Bore

If this level of performance carries on
Any chance of the Autos will be gone

3-2 at the den our hopes are beginning to fade
Maybe Paul should have listened to Fallowfield Blade

Fuck's sake

pommpey
 
Just do the business on the field
so finally we can reap the yield
so fuck off fallowfield
 
‘Don’t Panic, Don’t Panic‘ shouts Corporal Jones
‘No need to bring in Nathan
Your overreactions will subside
And Hecky we’ll have faith in’
 
Roses, they are red.
Violets, they are blue.
I'm a schizophrenic.
And so am I.
 

If you're glass is half full, you're a rose tinted prat.
But a glass that's half empty, a bed wetting twat.
This forum's divided, that's what entertains us.
Except for one poster who talks out of their anus!
 

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