IF we should win, think only this of us; That there's some corner of a Valley field That is for ever Charlton. There shall be In that rich earth a richer dust concealed; A dust whom Charlton bore, shaped, made aware, Gave, once, her team to love, her away games to roam, A body of Charlton's breathing Charlton air, Washed by the Thames, blest by suns of home.
And think, this heart, all evil shed away, A pulse in the eternal mind, no less Gives somewhere back the thoughts by Charlton given; Her sights and sounds; dreams happy as her day; And laughter, learnt of friends; and gentleness, In hearts at peace, under an Charlton heaven.
In the words of Josie Wale : '......you gotta get mean. Real plumb, mad dog mean. 'Cos if you lose your head and give up then you neither live nor win. That's just the way it is'.
I know it's a bit late but is there a certain etiquette for what happens if you end up with some sitting next to you? Should I, 1. Raise my hand and call a steward. 2.Warmly congratulate them on getting to Wembley. 3. Set about them with a rolled up programme until dragged off frothing at the mouth by the St Johns ambulance men.
I know it's a bit late but is there a certain etiquette for what happens if you end up with some sitting next to you? Should I, 1. Raise my hand and call a steward. 2.Warmly congratulate them on getting to Wembley. 3. Set about them with a rolled up programme until dragged off frothing at the mouth by the St Johns ambulance men.
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OK. The mudflats....
Do Be Do Be Do - Sinatra
IF we should win, think only this of us;
That there's some corner of a Valley field
That is for ever Charlton. There shall be
In that rich earth a richer dust concealed;
A dust whom Charlton bore, shaped, made aware,
Gave, once, her team to love, her away games to roam,
A body of Charlton's breathing Charlton air,
Washed by the Thames, blest by suns of home.
And think, this heart, all evil shed away,
A pulse in the eternal mind, no less
Gives somewhere back the thoughts by Charlton given;
Her sights and sounds; dreams happy as her day;
And laughter, learnt of friends; and gentleness,
In hearts at peace, under an Charlton heaven.
Should I,
1. Raise my hand and call a steward.
2.Warmly congratulate them on getting to Wembley.
3. Set about them with a rolled up programme until dragged off frothing at the mouth by the St Johns ambulance men.
Maximus Decimus MeridiusChris Powell