GLASS ACT!

THE GREAT ESCAPE

By Bumble

I'm sick of Man United
They're winning all the time
but their fans will never have the feeling
thats made me write this rhyme.
My tale's of the lower orders
where league status is at stake
of hope and fear and ectasy,
Our joy,  the great escape.
This had been phrohesied all season
We've known our team is poor
and MK won't use his purse
to make us more secure.
So now its down to us and Scabs
One of us goes down.
Us at home to Plymouth
the Posh at Scarborough Town.

We've got to win today
A draws no good to us.
If Scarborough win we've lost our place
However much we cuss.
the pressure has been rising
Fans have been praying hard all week,
but now the day is dawning
and all the doomsters speak.
"Don't go to Brunton Park today,
Theres a lot of trouble brewing
They're out to get the chairman
It will be worse than booing."

I agitate all morning
and decide I have to go.
This is MY team in trouble here.
To Hell with radio.
We walk into the Paddock
Never felt such atmosphere.
The love and hopes of blues fans
cut through with knives of fear.
The players all look nervous.
They practise Kick and pass.
What hope with these young lads
and on-loan keeper Glass?

The ref blows on his whistle.
Its now we've got to play.
Forget the Wembley finals.
Todays our Judgment Day
I can hardly bear to watch.
Hope gives away to fear.
PLEASE no silly back pass
or red card given here.
First half drags on slowly
Neither team are playing well
Then son (Who has his tranny)
lets out a mighty yell.

The posh have scored he shouts to me
the word goes round the ground.
Even our players hear it.
A life line has been found.
Hope and dispair hit equally
Dobie scores a corker with his head,
only for ref to say No Goal
Ohhh god, I think we're dead.
It looked a perfect goal to me.
What was wrong with that?
The ref said there was a push.
The biased awkward T***


The half is nearly over
and still there is no score.
A Plymouth man gets injured
and can't play anymore.
The half time whistle blows.
The other match is drawn.
If we can only get a goal
our league place is reborn.
OK, its all to play for.
There's every chance we'll win.
"Come on ye blues, we'll do it"
we're shouting through the din.

Then our prayers are strangled.
Our hopes are dashed and gored.
That fast young lad from Plymouth
he's only gone and scored.
The crowd have now gone silent,
'cept for cries of "Knighton Out"
GET BEHIND THE TEAM
before there is a route.
We've still got time to win this,
look Brightwells got the ball
He's lining up to  shoot,
won that header off McCall.

Oh joy, our Captains shot
is nestling in the net.
YES!!, we'll win this
take anybodies bet.
The tension is just too much.
All the playes are uptight.
Anthony is at the corner.
Looks like there's a fight.
But miracles do happen
and Prokas calms it all.
Just shows how much he cares,
we know he'd like to brawl.

I stand and watch the game,
ninety minutes nearly up.
Next time I see a league side here
maybe only in the cup.
Oh come on Carlisle.
Please god help us to score.
I cannot bear the thought of us
not playing league no more.
Injury time is nearly up.
Four minutes running out.
Then we get a corner
"Get up there Glass we shout."

Anthony takes the corner.
Our eleven are all there.
Dobie get your head in.
show us you've got flair.
Dobie heads to their keeper,
who blocks, but not safe yet.
Here's the glorious man in red.
WHO KICKS IT IN THE NET.

So Jimmy is our hero.
Lets raise a glass to him.
We are safe for now,
except for Knightons whim.
In years to come
when things are good
and the futures looking fair.
I'll look back to that black day
saying proudly "I was there."

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