I have been working on a 'clever' terrace song to mark these last few days in L1. It's probably rubbish, but it won't let me go. It's sung to the tune of The Animals (that well-known S.E. London 60's band) 'We gotta get out of this place'.
Here goes:
Oh Sir Chris you're so young and pretty
But one thing I know is true
You'll be gutted if we don't push on through...(bit of a break in tempo here)...
We're gonna get out of this league
If it's the last thing we ever do
We're gonna get out of this league
We don't belong, so long it's been pleasant beating all of you.
And no, I do not harbour homoerotic feelings for our manager, I just think he is an educated, polite, respectful, cool, intelligent chief of staff. One of the best in the top three divisions who makes most of he others look like lumps of discarded lard. As a tactician he has been learning big time over recent months, and as a motivator, he is a class act. I started work on this little ditty weeks ago, when the refrain was 'We gotta get out of this league'... and I sometimes wake up at three in the morning with my brain trying to make it more relevant and complete. On Monday, the riff kept running through my head as I watched the Addicks grind out a victory against a spirited Walsall side. I'm full of respect for the way our team stuck to the task. It was a bit like tidying up after a paticularly messy party when you really might not be bothered but you know it has to be done - properly, because you're house-proud (Valley-proud?)
The song is naff I know but there is a nugget here I am sure which I wish to hand over to the North Stand troubadours to maybe work on.
Thank you and good night,
Red Cossack
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