There are a great number of reasons I do this whole blogging malarky. But you’re in luck! And I won’t begin to bore you all with a detailed explanation on this particular occasion.
But my thanks to Wayne Spring for choosing to share this genuine masterpiece with us.
In September 1882 a new beginning dawned,
Football gained a legend when the Hotspur formed.
2 years later the naming was complete,
When Tottenham Hotspur became the name upon the sheet.
Then in 1899 a home was in the frame,
And the Spurs found theirs when they moved to White Hart Lane.
Success soon followed winning the Southern league title,
Then the FA Cup the next year, as amateurs which is vital.
Spurs became professional in the summer of 1908,
And won promotion straight away, which by any standard is great.
Then as war broke out with soldiers in their tanks,
Disaster struck as Tottenham Hotspur sank.
Relegation was hard to take but as the gunfire stopped,
The league was to be extended but Tottenham were still dropped.
A little known team from Woolwich had learned the art of bribes,
And although they finished 6th they bought promotion for their tribe.
Promotion came the very next year as the Spurs’ return was done,
And a 2nd FA Cup was added in 1921.
Back in the top flight the Spurs played really well,
And they finished 2nd as their opponents fell.
Dark times were soon to follow as the team got in a state,
And relegtion loomed again in 1928.
A return was needed but the Spurs failed to do,
And still had not achieved it by the start of World War 2.
The art of Spurs was invented in 1949,
When Arthur Rowe introduced a football which was divine.
The style they used was ‘Push and Run’,
And in that same season the 2nd Division Championship was won.
The Spurs marched on after promotion and in 1951,
Totenham Hotspur became champions of the Division 1.
Success had been delivered in that glorious season,
With players like Alf Ramsey and the future legend Bill Nicholson.
A couple of 2nd place finishes followed that season of success,
Just being pipped to the title by the Busby Babes who never failed to impress.
Spurs invested money and for a record fee got their man,
When Danny Blanchflower joined for the sum of 30 grand.
2 successive managers then suffered from ill health,
So the board looked amogst their talent, of which they had a wealth.
From within they decided a new manager to pick,
And after much debate they settled on Bill Nick.
Bill Nick had joined Spurs as an apprentice in ’36,
Now as manager he brought his vision and new players into the mix.
The team were a sensation and clocked up a record score,
As the new fresh Tottenham beat Everton 10-4.
With the likes of Blanchflower, Mackay, Jones , Greaves and White,
For success Bill Nick took his talented team to fight.
And in 61 they delivered the greatest success so far,
When they won the Double and raised the football bar.
Another FA Cup was added in 1962,
As Bill Nick lived up to the motto – To Dare is To Do.
A European Cup semi-final in the same year to see,
Followed by a Cup Winners Cup victory in 1963.
Then as the Double team split, through injuries, transfers and age,
Bill Nick looked to the future and turned over a new page.
He brought in Gilzean, Venables, Knowles and Kinnear,
This new team made ’67 another FA Cup winning year.
League Cups were added in ’71 and ’73 and still,
Victory in Europe in between was won by the team of Bill.
But soon it would be over, this legend that was built.
Rioting fans in Holland and a poor start in ’74 filled him with guilt.
The legend resigned but the club moved on,
As an ex-Arsenal manager took them on.
Terry Neill was never accepted and was removed from the floor,
To be replaced by his assitant, Mr Keith Burkinshaw.
In 1977 the dakness loomed again,
Spurs were relegated, had it all been in vain ?
During the next season I first became a fan,
As Mr Burkinshaw drew his promotion plan.
After pulling clear they slipped a bit and hit upon a flaw,
In order to get promoted the last game had to draw.
The opponents were Southampton, the game was at the Dell
The score ended 0-0 so promotion was won well.
A new beginning was dawning and World Cup winners were bought in,
With Ardiles and Villa onboard how could we fail to win.
A return to Cup glory soon came about and how can we forget,
When Ricky Villa ran with the ball and popped it in the net.
For further Cup glory we didnt have long to wait,
It shouldve been won in the first game but an equaliser came late.
A future Tottenham player, Terry Fenwick was his name,
Shot the ball past Clemence and forced another game.
Just 5 days later the teams and fans returned,
To see which side glory would be earned.
A penalty decided it, the game was not a doddle,
But victory was sealed and the goal was scored by Hoddle.
Another night of glory was just about to come,
The team pushed on for a UEFA Cup run.
Anderlecht came calling to take the cup away,
But the Spurs held out with some invigorating play.
It went to penalties and a hero stepped from the dark,
Our keeper played a blinder, his name was Tony Parks.
Another player also deserves a mention or possibly a shout,
We sang ‘Theres only one Danny Thomas’ even though his penalty was kept out.
After another FA Cup final in 1987 we went into the ’90s with El Tel,
With Gazza brought in for 2 million we knew we would do well.
The scum from Woolwich met us at Wembley a final place at stake,
A memorable freekick was awarded and the Geordie stepped up to take.
“Hes not going to shoot from there is he” said the commentator with a smile,
“He is you know!” was his answer as Seaman was beaten by a mile.
Lineker got 2 as the Spurs style pushed up
And in the North London Cup Arsenal were only runners up.
Another Cup went into the cabinet as Forest were pushed aside,
A hard fought game where Stewart scored running in from wide.
A replay looked like coming, we were used to that role,
But Des Walker had other ideas as he headed an own goal.
That glory faded before another cup was won,
It was Ginola that got us there with his devastating runs
The final was against Leicester and Savage wound us up,
But Spurs fought through 1-0 to win the League Cup.
Another long wait followed as Spurs just seemed to muddle through,
Then a League Cup Final against Chelsea came out of the blue.
And as yet another draw looked the likely outcome and nerves began to ring,
Woody popped up, nodded it in and we all began to sing.
Soon a new start was needed and Jol came into the Lane,
He was loved by many but sacked with Commolli to blame.
It came as a shock and it caused a divide,
Amongst the faithful, some calling for the Chairman’s hide
After some disasters a new manager took the helm,
Arry Redknapp took control with an eye on Europe’s realm.
His first season saw us rise from the depths of oblivion and despair,
To success without glory and the stage of Europe to share.
4th place was the prize in the following year,
Could we do it or just get near ?
Man City stood in the way, they had really spalshed the cash,
But Spurs passed the test as our football proved too flash.
Up popped a summer shock as a move to Stratford was mooted,
Some of the faithful even wanted Daniel Levy booted.
But it proved to be just a poker bluff by the man,
Just getting the finances for expansion was his master plan
And so into Champions League, amongst the elite of the sport,
Through Qualification and League rounds we fought.
Both Milans Inter and AC to beat us both failed,
Even Lucio and Maicon both got Bale’d
Then came the strangest of seasons. A real rollercoaster,
After 2 heavy defeats many wins made us all boasters.
Could it really be ? Mind the Gap was the shout
But along came the FA and changed belief to doubt
The England Manager’s job came into view
Would ol’ Redknapp be loyal and true ?
Premiership managers, players and the media all jumped on the Arry train,
But all the clamour and hype would be in vain
They knew what they were doing though, Arry’s head had been turned,
And the chance to take Spurs to the top was being spurned.
Performances faded and 13 points were lost.
It would be the fans who would suffer the cost.
The Gap had been closed we had thrown it away,
With dodgy decisions and a few bad displays.
Then came the news that Arry hadnt seen,
The FA picked someone else so he tried to look keen.
Worse was to come when the season was done,
As Chelsea took penalties and the Champions League was won.
How could this happen ? The future looked bright,
But a fall to Europa went the brave boys in white.
The final nail was soon driven in, a big own goal,
Arry begged a new contract which he thought was a stroll.
It was a case of bad timing as his boss was in mourning,
And soon it was clear that the end was dawning.
A new era was to start the decision had been made,
Arry was sacked, this trial he couldnt evade.
AVB was chosen to make the fresh start,
So far so good, he seems to talk from the heart.
What the new season and future holds no one knows,
But at Spurs we know we are in for some shows.
We may sing, we may shout, we may laugh, we may cry.
But one things for certain . . . I’m Tottenham Til I Die.
(©Wayne Spring August 2012)
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It’s Levy Time… http://i.imgur.com/kRpJo.gif
Fantastic GIF :)
“He seems to talk from the heart”
Learned a lot from this! COYS!!!!!
Great Spurs till i die
Lets get behind our team and kill off the negative
And the arsesouls off north London, they are scum .
MarseilleYid you’ve been binned this evening on behalf of those who acknowledge that life isn’t prefect.
You’d be a woman over plucking her eyebrows, reduced to penciling them on.
A poem well worth sharing and not worth picking at.
one slight floor in the poem jol came before the chelsea cup win apart from that great piece
Apologies, I hold my hands up as I stand against the wall blindfolded. During editing the verses got mistakenly switched . . . Be gentle with the tar and feathers
no one is perfect