Many miles have I travelled, Many games have I seen, Following Charlton my favourite team. Many hours have I spent in the covered end choir, Singing Valley Floyd Road, My only desire
Valley Floyd Road, Oh mist rolling in from the Thames, My desire, is always to be found at Valley, Floyd Road!
Wiggins on Halfway...to Poyet...AA... we're forced back to Morro and Hamer...plays it back out Wiggins...we look neat and tidy but are being penned in by leeds. Hamer forced long...cleared and Leeds get a throw.
We approach Wilson, morro, and he looks for dorian, reza and poyet, astrit, wiggy again astrit, we keep ball, morro, and we keep ball, poyet, and hamer has it, we have kept it, astrit links with hamer long, pig battaled there, not getting a foul reza runs around leeds forced back, but come again, Wilson there, and a leeds attacking throw
Byram...Wotton..great ball by Mcoxo who switches it...Leeds gain another throw but its wasted by White.
Charlton burst forward..we're outnumbers 2 to 5, lack of support... forced back again.. we pass it around our back 4, try to go long and charlton gain a throw.
OK Dervite has it, and we keep it, pig, jacko, poyet, reza, cousins, Wilson, morro, we are pressed back to hamer, and we break, pig there, cousins, Wilson, and we get a throw in their half
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Mowatt...goes long, headed away by Dervite...AA fails to keep it in. Warnock...Tounge...White...skins Wilson...ball in and Hamer gathers.
Many games have I seen,
Following Charlton my favourite team.
Many hours have I spent in the covered end choir,
Singing Valley Floyd Road,
My only desire
Valley Floyd Road,
Oh mist rolling in from the Thames,
My desire, is always to be found at
Valley, Floyd Road!
long, pig battaled there, not getting a foul
reza runs around
leeds forced back, but come again, Wilson there, and a leeds attacking throw
cheers
Charlton burst forward..we're outnumbers 2 to 5, lack of support... forced back again.. we pass it around our back 4, try to go long and charlton gain a throw.
We come over half way though...up to Pigott who makes its stick Wilson on the wing...ball out for a throw.
bloody hell