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Post by riproaringpotters on Nov 27, 2008 19:05:13 GMT
Not one of mine, a work colleague of mine who is gifted with the pen wrote this one some time ago.
how things have changed.
EIGHT – NIL
The game had been a sell-out
Home confidence was high
We’ll beat those bloody scousers
Was the Potters battle cry
The match started with a flurry
Thorne slipped in like a ghost
The goal was gaping open
Bloody hell he’s hit the post
Chance after chance went begging
But still the home crowd roared
Then Liverpool went up the field
And immediately scored
Two and three then quickly followed
Close behind came number four
If the first half wasn’t bad enough
Second half produced four more
Eight goals to nil it finished
And just to add more gaul
That Fowler scored a hat-trick
And scarpered with the ball
So the Stoke cup run is over
And the Vale didn’t have much luck
So there’ll be no rival banter
When they’re all up Hanley Duck!
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