Hopefully those of you based in Nottingham will be familiar with Left Lion, both a website and newspaper with a very Nottinghamian focus; and even writes in the vernacular of our fair city – which in my opinion is much under-publicised both within Nottingham and outside. Anyway, I digress, one of the regular features is a poetry section, and perusing this yesterday I was amused to find these two submissions inspired by none other than Gary Megson!
An ode to Gary Megson
By Beast of the BayYou were wiggedy wack – don’t come back,
You managed like you were hooked on smack,
I’m proud my club gave you the sack,
Now it’s time you gave the Derby job a crack.An ode to Gary Megson
by MegamanXNever trusted you, you ginge,
You turned my team into a minge,
For one and all to come and shaft us,
I’d have liked to hang you from the rafters,
Now we’ve dumped you things are great,
We’ve had results to celebrate,
But you’ve not turned up in a job,
Does the whole world think that you’re a knob?
Made me chuckle, they did. Not least because I’d love to know what “wiggidy wack” means! So, do any other Reds fans out there have poetic inclinations when it comes to the Reds? I’ve never really dabbled in the art, although may give it a try – but should any readers feel the urge then feel free to either post as comments or drop me an email – I think it’s under represented in football, it could be entertaining!
Filed under: Thoughts
Wonderful Team
The singing had finished, the match had begun,
Away went the clouds and out came the sun
on the Wembley turf so fresh and green,
and on our Forest, that wonderful team
Right from the start after winning the toss
our lads showed Luton who was the boss,
then in the ninth minute to Forest’s delight
Imlach centred for a goal by Dwight.
In the fourteenth minute it was well understood
why all the fans sang “Robin Hood”.
A header from Wilson went into the net
to prove to the critics twas the best final yet.
Forest two Luton nil
two players collided as players will.
A stretcher came on to take off poor Dwight,
and that left ten men in red and white.
After half-time, Forest two up
with only one thought: to win that Cup.
They really played well those ten gallant men,
then Luton altered the score again.
On to injury time now, the game nearly done,
still Forest two Luton one.
There goes the whistle, the final blast.
Forest have won the Cup at last.
Up to receive the Cup from the Queen
went the proudest team we ever have seen.
There wasn’t a finer moment than this
when on top of the Cup Burkitt planted a kiss.
To Nottingham on Monday the team returned
the FA Cup well and truly earned.
They toured the City on top of a bus
Midst the cheers of their fans, many thousands of us.
At the Council House in the Market Square
on a balcony the team assembled there.
Even Roy in an old wheelchair
was there to hear the crowd cheer.
Burkitt proudly introduced his team
Whitefoot, McKinlay, were there to be seen.
Imlach, Dwight, Wilson, Quigley and Gray
were our forward line on that great day.
Thompson the goalie who guarded the net,
MacDonald and Whare, the best defence yet.
Tom Graham our trainer, the swiftest seen,
and Walker the boss of our wonderful team.
Players will come and players will leave
We’ll go down Trentside while we live and breathe.
And we’ll never forget that eventful time
on May 2nd 1959.
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© Margo
Written in the weeks after the final by pupils of Mundella School Nottingham. A magnificent feat when you consider it was before the days of photocopying, an entirely “off the cuff” idea, passed round a very big school at break-times, and handwritten on nicked paper!