(Tom Allenby’s poem)
There’s nothing really new
I’ve seen it all before
Matches, players, managers
You bet I know the score
There’s nothing you can tell me – I know where it’s at
Got the T-shirt, mate – been there, done that
Windy Wednesday nights away
Winters wild and wet
The crowd – one man and his dog
The best you’re going to get
Changing rooms like caravans – no room to swing a cat
Got the T-shirt, pal – been there, done that
I’ve had it tough and had it rough
You don’t hear me complaining
The football school of hard knocks
Is where I’ve done my training
Experience? It’s all up here – don’t need to see no stats
Got the T-shirt, buddy – been there, done that
Football isn’t rocket science
Just plain old common sense
Keep the ball, score a goal
Solid in defence
Do your job, safety first – and don’t give me no chat
Got the T-shirt, son – been there, done that