The song "Shoreham Street, where it is magnifique...."

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For some reason John Tudor probably had more songs about him than any other Blade , particulary at Christmas where the good old Noel Noel , Halleujah and when Tudor came on the Football pitch hurah hurah . were belted out by the Shoreham end .
 
The old song debate again and a healthy one it is. First, I’d like to say it was me who did the Blades C. D’s, over 60 songs, I made a few mistakes lyric wise, but I think I got most of them right. Words get changed and mis-heard over time and we all have our own opinions on what was sung and what was not.

The reason I did it in the first place, was that the songs (good or bad) would not be forgotten. From 1965 to the early 80’s I stood on the kop, every other week, joining in and sometimes starting off the songs and chants. In the early to mid-60’s most of the chants originated from the Merseyside clubs and Man Utd. These were borrowed (stolen) and amended to fit your own team and players. Later in the 60’s, Blades started to get more original chants, particularly songs about Wednesday and their players, the same could be said about most of the other teams (except, for some strange reason Wednesday) and I’m not being biased here. It’s always amazed me how Wednesday, being from the same city, never came up with any original songs.

I’ve posted on here before, some of the origins of the chants, as I remember them. For instance, the song that started the debate ‘Shoreham St Magnifique’ was a Leicester song that I first heard at Filbert St in 1966. Different story, but it was the same game, when a Blade scattered the whole Leicester kop by firing a gun (Starting pistol) at them. When the Leicester mob came back, I started talking to a Leicester lad, Greg Chapman, swapping football stories and songs. We remained friends and still meet up from time to time. The song started ‘We travel, not travelled ‘Far and wide LONDON to Merseyside.’ And the end was ‘Where all the Forest fans lay dead at our feet.’ We also nicked ‘We know a dark secluded shed.’ off them that day, Greg still gives me grief about it.

Quite a few of the popular Blade songs never even made it to the terraces. These were sung in train carriages, backs of vans, coaches and boozers. Many of these came from pop songs. One particular week in 1968 we had a song for the all the top five singles in the charts.

My take on the ‘Greasy Chip Butty’, although it pains me to say, is that it’s probably a Rotherham song. It was certainly first sung in the late 70’s by the Rotherham (Parkgate Blades) and the original line was ‘Like a night out in Bournemouth.’ I don’t think we played Bournemouth in the 70’s, but I could be wrong on this one.

I know about the ‘No pig fans in town.’ Song, because, with a few others, I helped to compose it. It was originally a Glasgow Rangers song. ‘No pope of Rome.’ The last line is ‘Every year is 1889.’ Not ‘And the year is 1889.
 
Great post Bob Socks

Quick word about the universally-hated "Tom Hark". Before it became our official goal celebration music it was a great song for a couple of seasons. Obviously the song "The Wednesday Sing I don't know why" is the same tune, but I remember for at least one season in the 80's, before it became goal music, the song was phenomenon, especially at away matches. Fans used to conga all over the terraces singing "Der der der", often all through the match.
 
Bob Socks said:
The old song debate again and a healthy one it is. First, I’d like to say it was me who did the Blades C. D’s, over 60 songs, I made a few mistakes lyric wise, but I think I got most of them right. Words get changed and mis-heard over time and we all have our own opinions on what was sung and what was not.

The reason I did it in the first place, was that the songs (good or bad) would not be forgotten. From 1965 to the early 80’s I stood on the kop, every other week, joining in and sometimes starting off the songs and chants. In the early to mid-60’s most of the chants originated from the Merseyside clubs and Man Utd. These were borrowed (stolen) and amended to fit your own team and players. Later in the 60’s, Blades started to get more original chants, particularly songs about Wednesday and their players, the same could be said about most of the other teams (except, for some strange reason Wednesday) and I’m not being biased here. It’s always amazed me how Wednesday, being from the same city, never came up with any original songs.

I’ve posted on here before, some of the origins of the chants, as I remember them. For instance, the song that started the debate ‘Shoreham St Magnifique’ was a Leicester song that I first heard at Filbert St in 1966. Different story, but it was the same game, when a Blade scattered the whole Leicester kop by firing a gun (Starting pistol) at them. When the Leicester mob came back, I started talking to a Leicester lad, Greg Chapman, swapping football stories and songs. We remained friends and still meet up from time to time. The song started ‘We travel, not travelled ‘Far and wide LONDON to Merseyside.’ And the end was ‘Where all the Forest fans lay dead at our feet.’ We also nicked ‘We know a dark secluded shed.’ off them that day, Greg still gives me grief about it.

Quite a few of the popular Blade songs never even made it to the terraces. These were sung in train carriages, backs of vans, coaches and boozers. Many of these came from pop songs. One particular week in 1968 we had a song for the all the top five singles in the charts.

My take on the ‘Greasy Chip Butty’, although it pains me to say, is that it’s probably a Rotherham song. It was certainly first sung in the late 70’s by the Rotherham (Parkgate Blades) and the original line was ‘Like a night out in Bournemouth.’ I don’t think we played Bournemouth in the 70’s, but I could be wrong on this one.

I know about the ‘No pig fans in town.’ Song, because, with a few others, I helped to compose it. It was originally a Glasgow Rangers song. ‘No pope of Rome.’ The last line is ‘Every year is 1889.’ Not ‘And the year is 1889.
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Dont you mean "That bastard Greg who sold out his so called blades buddies at Leicester"
 
It wasn’t quite like that though Rosy, but I know where you’re coming from. If you’re talking about the league cup night match at Leicester in 1969, I thumbed it on my own and met around 200 Blades who’d come on the train. We walked up towards the ground and I saw Greg, who’d gone from rocker to skinhead, with half a dozen or so other skins stood on a corner. I went over for a chat and he was a bit off with me, he asked if we were going on the kop and when I said yes, he just said “Right.” And walked off. I thought, what’s up with that cunt, and assumed it was a rocker, skinhead thing, because I was still a rocker at the time.

We hung around outside the ground, showing off, as a mob of 200 do. Nearing kick off, we kicked an exit gate open and swarmed on the kop, a bad move, 100‘s of Leicester came at us from the side and the back. We were forced to the front, took a hammering and had to retreat to the side terrace. I was injured, and the St John ambulance blokes took me down the players tunnel to patch me up.

Just like you, I blamed it all on Greg. The next time I saw him, briefly, was New Year’s Day 1972 on the kop at the Lane. He had a one on one with Big Senny (Ian Senn) and Senny put him on his arse. That was the last time I saw him, until, having read a piece I wrote for Steve Cowens 2nd book, he contacted me though the internet.

We met in Sheffield at a home game, can’t remember wich one in 2011. I took him in Fanny’s and met up with Herman, Mick Scanlon and a few more old boys, there was no animosity between us.

We talked about the night in Leicester and he said, at that time he was then the kop leader, and it was Leicester’s and his duty to defend their kop, what else could he do? What if it had been the other way around and we had allowed 200 Leicester on the Shoreham to take the piss?

We laugh about it now, and in Emails he refers to himself as ‘Treacherous Greg.’ He now travels all over country, not following Leicester, but singing in a barber shop choir. Weird shit eh!
 
Don't think anyone's mentioned

show them the way to go home
they're tired and they want to go to bed (for a wank)
cos they're only half a football team
compared to the lads in red

oh and also

John John John John Tudor, score another goal for me (to the tune of a tv advert for Tudor crisps)
 
WincobankBlade said:
Don't think anyone's mentioned

show them the way to go home
they're tired and they want to go to bed (for a wank)
cos they're only half a football team
compared to the lads in red

oh and also

John John John John Tudor, score another goal for me (to the tune of a tv advert for Tudor crisps)
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It's on the latest C.D. pal.
 
When I was still a little boy
I said to my mother, what should I be?
Should I be Wednesday, should I be Blades?
Here's what she said to me

Wash your mouth out son
And go get your father's gun
we'll shoot the Wednesday scum
We'll shoot the Wednesday scum

We hate Wednesday
 
Bob Socks said:
It wasn’t quite like that though Rosy, but I know where you’re coming from. If you’re talking about the league cup night match at Leicester in 1969, I thumbed it on my own and met around 200 Blades who’d come on the train. We walked up towards the ground and I saw Greg, who’d gone from rocker to skinhead, with half a dozen or so other skins stood on a corner. I went over for a chat and he was a bit off with me, he asked if we were going on the kop and when I said yes, he just said “Right.” And walked off. I thought, what’s up with that cunt, and assumed it was a rocker, skinhead thing, because I was still a rocker at the time.

We hung around outside the ground, showing off, as a mob of 200 do. Nearing kick off, we kicked an exit gate open and swarmed on the kop, a bad move, 100‘s of Leicester came at us from the side and the back. We were forced to the front, took a hammering and had to retreat to the side terrace. I was injured, and the St John ambulance blokes took me down the players tunnel to patch me up.

Just like you, I blamed it all on Greg. The next time I saw him, briefly, was New Year’s Day 1972 on the kop at the Lane. He had a one on one with Big Senny (Ian Senn) and Senny put him on his arse. That was the last time I saw him, until, having read a piece I wrote for Steve Cowens 2nd book, he contacted me though the internet.

We met in Sheffield at a home game, can’t remember wich one in 2011. I took him in Fanny’s and met up with Herman, Mick Scanlon and a few more old boys, there was no animosity between us.

We talked about the night in Leicester and he said, at that time he was then the kop leader, and it was Leicester’s and his duty to defend their kop, what else could he do? What if it had been the other way around and we had allowed 200 Leicester on the Shoreham to take the piss?

We laugh about it now, and in Emails he refers to himself as ‘Treacherous Greg.’ He now travels all over country, not following Leicester, but singing in a barber shop choir. Weird shit eh!
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Whatever happened to Senny ain't seen him in years, same the heeley lads.

Can't believe that barbershop choir, that is weird
 
rosy red said:
Whatever happened to Senny ain't seen him in years, same the heeley lads.

Can't believe that barbershop choir, that is weird
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Last time I saw him was in the Crown at Heeley when he dropped this huge bloke with just the one punch who'd been mouthy and gave him some abuse. Some years ago now though.

Quite a few Heeley lads are in the South Stand in C block these days.
 



Sean Thornton said:
Last time I saw him was in the Crown at Heeley when he dropped this huge bloke with just the one punch who'd been mouthy and gave him some abuse. Some years ago now though.

Quite a few Heeley lads are in the South Stand in C block these days.
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Senny died last year, I went to his funeral but there were no old Blade lads there, i hardly knew anybody.
 
Bob Socks said:
Senny died last year, I went to his funeral but there were no old Blade lads there, i hardly knew anybody.
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I havnt seen or heard anything about him for years or I might have gone seeing I knew his family too.

We're all getting old now, just act young lol
 
Bob Socks said:
It wasn’t quite like that though Rosy, but I know where you’re coming from. If you’re talking about the league cup night match at Leicester in 1969, I thumbed it on my own and met around 200 Blades who’d come on the train. We walked up towards the ground and I saw Greg, who’d gone from rocker to skinhead, with half a dozen or so other skins stood on a corner. I went over for a chat and he was a bit off with me, he asked if we were going on the kop and when I said yes, he just said “Right.” And walked off. I thought, what’s up with that cunt, and assumed it was a rocker, skinhead thing, because I was still a rocker at the time.

We hung around outside the ground, showing off, as a mob of 200 do. Nearing kick off, we kicked an exit gate open and swarmed on the kop, a bad move, 100‘s of Leicester came at us from the side and the back. We were forced to the front, took a hammering and had to retreat to the side terrace. I was injured, and the St John ambulance blokes took me down the players tunnel to patch me up.

Just like you, I blamed it all on Greg. The next time I saw him, briefly, was New Year’s Day 1972 on the kop at the Lane. He had a one on one with Big Senny (Ian Senn) and Senny put him on his arse. That was the last time I saw him, until, having read a piece I wrote for Steve Cowens 2nd book, he contacted me though the internet.

We met in Sheffield at a home game, can’t remember wich one in 2011. I took him in Fanny’s and met up with Herman, Mick Scanlon and a few more old boys, there was no animosity between us.

We talked about the night in Leicester and he said, at that time he was then the kop leader, and it was Leicester’s and his duty to defend their kop, what else could he do? What if it had been the other way around and we had allowed 200 Leicester on the Shoreham to take the piss?

We laugh about it now, and in Emails he refers to himself as ‘Treacherous Greg.’ He now travels all over country, not following Leicester, but singing in a barber shop choir. Weird shit eh!
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I was there and remember that evening very well! me & my mate had a pasting when the Leicester fans turned on us but managed to scramble over a fence on to the terracing at the side of the kop. spent the entire 90 mins with groups prowling round looking for us , luckily managed to remain incognito till the end. then the final twist , remember the park you had to walk through to get to the station , with one exit at the end ? Leicester boys were stood at the exit vetting everyone passing through the gate , & we took another kicking! Happy days!
 
One of my favourite songs of the time was:
(to the tune of McNamarra's Band)
His name is Michael Jones & he's the leader of the team,
the finest football team,
the world has ever seen,
Their name is Sheffield United we're the best team in the land.
and when we win the cup this year, we think you'll understand!
Na na na , na na na na na.
 
Bob Socks said:
The old song debate again and a healthy one it is. First, I’d like to say it was me who did the Blades C. D’s, over 60 songs, I made a few mistakes lyric wise, but I think I got most of them right. Words get changed and mis-heard over time and we all have our own opinions on what was sung and what was not.

The reason I did it in the first place, was that the songs (good or bad) would not be forgotten. From 1965 to the early 80’s I stood on the kop, every other week, joining in and sometimes starting off the songs and chants. In the early to mid-60’s most of the chants originated from the Merseyside clubs and Man Utd. These were borrowed (stolen) and amended to fit your own team and players. Later in the 60’s, Blades started to get more original chants, particularly songs about Wednesday and their players, the same could be said about most of the other teams (except, for some strange reason Wednesday) and I’m not being biased here. It’s always amazed me how Wednesday, being from the same city, never came up with any original songs.

I’ve posted on here before, some of the origins of the chants, as I remember them. For instance, the song that started the debate ‘Shoreham St Magnifique’ was a Leicester song that I first heard at Filbert St in 1966. Different story, but it was the same game, when a Blade scattered the whole Leicester kop by firing a gun (Starting pistol) at them. When the Leicester mob came back, I started talking to a Leicester lad, Greg Chapman, swapping football stories and songs. We remained friends and still meet up from time to time. The song started ‘We travel, not travelled ‘Far and wide LONDON to Merseyside.’ And the end was ‘Where all the Forest fans lay dead at our feet.’ We also nicked ‘We know a dark secluded shed.’ off them that day, Greg still gives me grief about it.

Quite a few of the popular Blade songs never even made it to the terraces. These were sung in train carriages, backs of vans, coaches and boozers. Many of these came from pop songs. One particular week in 1968 we had a song for the all the top five singles in the charts.

My take on the ‘Greasy Chip Butty’, although it pains me to say, is that it’s probably a Rotherham song. It was certainly first sung in the late 70’s by the Rotherham (Parkgate Blades) and the original line was ‘Like a night out in Bournemouth.’ I don’t think we played Bournemouth in the 70’s, but I could be wrong on this one.

I know about the ‘No pig fans in town.’ Song, because, with a few others, I helped to compose it. It was originally a Glasgow Rangers song. ‘No pope of Rome.’ The last line is ‘Every year is 1889.’ Not ‘And the year is 1889.
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I was wondering when tha'd turn up socksy :D:D
 
blade53 said:
One of my favourite songs of the time was:
(to the tune of McNamarra's Band)
His name is Michael Jones & he's the leader of the team,
the finest football team,
the world has ever seen,
Their name is Sheffield United we're the best team in the land.
and when we win the cup this year, we think you'll understand!
Na na na , na na na na na.
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That one's on the latest C.D. anall pal.
 
Bob Socks said:
It wasn’t quite like that though Rosy, but I know where you’re coming from. If you’re talking about the league cup night match at Leicester in 1969, I thumbed it on my own and met around 200 Blades who’d come on the train. We walked up towards the ground and I saw Greg, who’d gone from rocker to skinhead, with half a dozen or so other skins stood on a corner. I went over for a chat and he was a bit off with me, he asked if we were going on the kop and when I said yes, he just said “Right.” And walked off. I thought, what’s up with that cunt, and assumed it was a rocker, skinhead thing, because I was still a rocker at the time.

We hung around outside the ground, showing off, as a mob of 200 do. Nearing kick off, we kicked an exit gate open and swarmed on the kop, a bad move, 100‘s of Leicester came at us from the side and the back. We were forced to the front, took a hammering and had to retreat to the side terrace. I was injured, and the St John ambulance blokes took me down the players tunnel to patch me up.

Just like you, I blamed it all on Greg. The next time I saw him, briefly, was New Year’s Day 1972 on the kop at the Lane. He had a one on one with Big Senny (Ian Senn) and Senny put him on his arse. That was the last time I saw him, until, having read a piece I wrote for Steve Cowens 2nd book, he contacted me though the internet.

We met in Sheffield at a home game, can’t remember wich one in 2011. I took him in Fanny’s and met up with Herman, Mick Scanlon and a few more old boys, there was no animosity between us.

We talked about the night in Leicester and he said, at that time he was then the kop leader, and it was Leicester’s and his duty to defend their kop, what else could he do? What if it had been the other way around and we had allowed 200 Leicester on the Shoreham to take the piss?

We laugh about it now, and in Emails he refers to himself as ‘Treacherous Greg.’ He now travels all over country, not following Leicester, but singing in a barber shop choir. Weird shit eh!
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Never got you down for a rocker Bob got you down as a Skin/Suedehead.
 
Way back in the 70s, British Rail used to run trips to London - leave Sheffield Saturday morning, come back Sunday afternoon with a night in a hotel (usually St. Pancras which was a soot-covered shithole back then) for around £28. The mob I went with (when we played, Fulham, Spurs etc.) insisted that we drank 24 pints from leaving Sheffield Midland to midnight on Saturday - the 'triple gallon'. To the tune of 'All the nice girls love a sailor' (I know, I know, different times back then):

All the Bladesmen,
love the gravy,
all the Bladesmen
love to spew.
When you've had a
triple gallon,
it's the natural thing to do.
Nice and greasy,
goes down easy,
and it comes up just the same.
So if you've had a drink or two,
it's the natural thing to,
call him a Bladesman,
'cos that's his name!
 
Lane Ender said:
Never got you down for a rocker Bob got you down as a Skin/Suedehead.
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From 1964 when i was at school, i wore all the mod gear, but i was into the Stones, so i had long hair which didn't really fit in the mod scene. In 68 i got into the rockers, as did a lot of lads from Dronny. The Heeley Green mob were all rockers at that time as well. In late 69 when the skins arrived, the rockers at the football got less and less. I ditched the leather around 71 and got into the silk jackets and flairs. By 72-73 most of the skins had grown out of the look and by the mid 70's every football lad looked exactly the same.
 
grafikhaus said:
Way back in the 70s, British Rail used to run trips to London - leave Sheffield Saturday morning, come back Sunday afternoon with a night in a hotel (usually St. Pancras which was a soot-covered shithole back then) for around £28. The mob I went with (when we played, Fulham, Spurs etc.) insisted that we drank 24 pints from leaving Sheffield Midland to midnight on Saturday - the 'triple gallon'. To the tune of 'All the nice girls love a sailor' (I know, I know, different times back then):

All the Bladesmen,
love the gravy,
all the Bladesmen
love to spew.
When you've had a
triple gallon,
it's the natural thing to do.
Nice and greasy,
goes down easy,
and it comes up just the same.
So if you've had a drink or two,
it's the natural thing to,
call him a Bladesman,
'cos that's his name!
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Another one on the C.D. pal
 



Ale wonderful ale,
Waaards, Stones and Tetleys
Day after day
I'm tekking back empties
When I go to t' pub at neight me hands start to quiver
When I go to t' toilet ITS LIKE A RIVER!
 
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