Those younger days with no cares or worry
But heart in the mouth with a dribbling Don Murray
The excited chatter on the walk back to town
After watching a goal scored by our Bobby Brown
The board’s attitude had us over a barrel
Just the odd gifted flash from Fingers Farrell
The line up had a familiar ring
Carver, Bell, Harris & King
Inevitably they went for the dosh
Hello Warboys and goodbye Tosh
There was the odd glimpse of hope and a spark
Remember that cross by Rees to Clark
The dreadful times were about to appear
It all came to pass, the things that we fear
The dungeon that beckoned
Was worse than we reckoned

To be continued