Hi all,

In advance of the start of the Premier League season, a few verses I did this morning, dedicated to Newcastle United.

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Starting XI

And now at last they take the field,

The team that fight and never yield,

And as we watch, our faith so true,

These ones we trust are all in view.

Between the sticks, no T-Rex on show,

It’s our own Mr. Tickle, Nick Pope you know,

Two men in front, standing tall,

Ready as ever to win the ball.

Fabian Schar with a swashbuckler’s moustache,

And Big Dan Burn, so quick in the dash,

To the left of them is Lewis Hall,

Deal done at last for wor little brick wall.

On the other side, Tripps,

No talk of Saudi or Bayern on HIS lips,

Then we go to the middle of the park,

And we find there Bruno, a hungry shark.

Ready to nip and to bite and fight,

With Big Joe beside him to give them a fright,

And one of our own, our Sean’s there too,

Resolved as always to give all for you.

And then, the attack, that lean, hungry pack,

That’s led by a wizard in Alex Isak,

Who’ll twist and bend like a reed in the wind,

And leave upside down the defenders he’s skinned.

Jacob of Murphy out there on the right,

Face lit up with infectious delight,

And lastly there’s Gordon who runs light as air,

Take a hike, Liverpool, he’s going nowhere.

Watching them Eddie, who brings all together,

Pacing the touchline, whatever the weather,

With him JT, ever the diplomat,

And a group of heroes, on the bench they’re sat.

But ready as any to answer the call,

And get out on the turf to pick up the ball,

They’re us and they’re ours, win, lose or draw,

And wherever they play, they’ll hear us roar.

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Cheers for reading,

All the best,

Richard