If I said Walter Daniel John Tull 
Who played for the super Spurs 
Would you even bat an eyelid 
At this iconic ex football player of ours 

He joined in and around 1909 
And stayed for about 3 years 
He was brought up in an orphanage 
Parents died …terrible fears 

He also served in the First World War 
And fought in the battle of the Somme 
He was commissioned as 2nd Lieutenant 
He gained praise and awards with aplomb

But fate was not kind for Walter 
As on a mission somewhere in France 
He was killed in the line of duty 
Body never found ...well that was the stance 

So what makes Walter so special 
Well the reason is so topical you see 
first outfield Afro-Caribbean player
To play in the top league did he 

He was also the first to be an officer 
In a force that excluding Negroes and Mulattos 
This is why he was so special 
he stood side by side to fight off foes 

He only played 10 times for Tottenham 
And scoring 2 goals in his time 
His confidence shook ,as he was dropped 
As racist abuse hit its prime 

He had agreed to sign for Rangers 
When he was meant to come back from the war 
Few years ago we played the Scots 
And for Walter the game it was for 

In a way I could have just done a poem 
And not mentioned the colour of his skin 
But respect to the man for not hiding 
In this hate driven world we live in 

So no matter what colour or nation 
Or if my beliefs are different than yours 
You wear the shirt of Tottenham 
You will always be known as one of ours 

More importantly he was a human being 
Doesn't matter what colour of your skin 
Treat others the way you would like to be treated 
The real person comes deep from within 

Coys …..respect …..

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The final whistle sharply sounds 
as the players leave the ground 
Fans have all made the way 
to journeys homeward bound

And as the floodlights get switched off 
a darkness does desend
But Tottenham does not go to sleep 
the history does not end 

The ground is deadly quiet 
but a presence still is there
The stands are all so empty
but theres a echo in the air 

It is better to fail aiming high 
than to succeed aiming low
The words of a great man 
one we all should know 

His name was Bill Nicholson 
he was Tottenham to his core 
He loved this famous football club 
who’s tops we have all wore 

He said It's no use just winning,
we've got to win it well."
a famous line to his players 
that Bill Nic would tell 

as a player and a manager 
he was dedicated to our team 
push and run with Arthur rowe 
was Nicholson's Tottenham dream 

and with just 1 cap for England 
and a goal that he did score
injuries badly plagued him 
and for St George he played no more 

"My duty is to get fit for Tottenham.
Well, they pay my wages you see 
words of a true loyal man 
not a modern day mercenary 

but his playing career was over
his future was laid out 
he got his life ambition 
and his name we all did shout 

he rewrote the Tottenham history books 
with his style and passing play 
people wanted to learn from Bill
all about the Tottenham way 

we went on to win the double 
in the year of 61
Tottenham hotspur football club's
new era had begun 

Trophies and glory followed 
we had conquered the English game 
Then he moved to Europe 
to share the new found fame 

First team to do the double 
and first to beat Europe's elite 
Bill had transformed this club
to the team they craved to beat 

He had made the club a world wide name 
and history books rewrote
He gave the club the stature 
and was famous for a quote

And when he left he must have thought 
his job he must have done 
But he came back for Burkinshaw 
and the transformation again begun 

He scouted for the team he loved 
and players he did find 
Galvin Mabbut and Roberts 
are a few that spring to mind 

He then received the tribute he deserved
for what he had achieved 
Club president to the fateful day 
we all sadly bereaved

A dark day at Tottenham
in October 2004 
When the great man passed away 
a man we all adore 

A legend in his own right 
and a true Tottenham great 
The day he died the club had mourned 
that devastating date 

So when the lights are turned off 
the legend's still alive 
He loved the club with passion 
it helped the great man thrive 

And as his ashes are scattered 
on the turf at White Hart Lane 
You have got to show his passion
when you play the football game 

So every player at Tottenham
remember where you are 
Remember when you leave 
with big wages and nice car 

You will always be a number 
and a name for Spurs to pick 
You will never be a legend 
like the legend that was Bill Nic ……


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The Sandrollo

A yid took a stroll through the deep dark wood 
Wenger seen the yid and the yid looked good 

Where are you going to , little spurs yid 
Come to my lair and your clothes I get rid 

Its terribly kind of you Wenger but no –
I am going to have lunch with the beast Sandro 

Sandrollo ? whats a Sandrollo ? 
A Sandrollo ? why didn’t you know 

He has big massive fists 
And big massive thighs 
With gumshield on teeth 
And ferocious big eyes

Where are you meeting him ?

Right here by this post 
And his favourite food is smelly French toast 

Silly old Wenger doesn’t he know 
About the beast called Raniere Sandro 

On went the yid through the deep dark wood 
Fergie seen the yid and the yid looked good 

Where are you going to little spurs yid 
Come to my house where Moyes I got rid 

Its terribly kind of you Fergie but no –
I am going to have lunch with the beast Sandrollo 

Sandrollo ? whats a Sandrollo ? 
A Sandrollo ! why didn’t you know 

He has big kung foo skills 
And plays mad guitar 
He will hunt you and maul you 
And follow you far 

Where are you meeting him ?
Right here by this rose 
And his favourite food is dry whiskey nose 

Silly old Fergie doesn’t he know 
About the beast called Raniere Sandro 

On went the yid through the deep dark wood 
Rodgers seen the yid and the yid looked good 

Where are you going to little spurs yid 
Come to my scouse house where Suarez I've hid 

Its terribly kind of you Brendan but no –
I am going to have lunch with the beast Sandrollo

Sandrollo ? whats a Sandrollo ? 
A Sandrollo ? why didn’t you know 

His frame is like a shit house
His chest is all hair 
He can strike from long distance 
And pain he don’t care 

Where are you meeting him?
Right here next to you 
And his favourite food is Irish made stew 

Silly old Rodgers doesn’t he know 
About the beast called Raniere Sandro 

Who is this creature with big massive fists 
With hands built like shovels on the end of his wrists 
With gumshield on teeth And ferocious big eyes
With legs like a shire horse and massive big thighs 
He has big kung foo skills And plays mad guitar 
He will hunt you and maul you And follow you far 
His frame is like a shit house His chest is all hair 
He can strike from long distance And pain he don’t care

A yid took a stroll through the deep dark wood 
And met the beast Sandrollo and it was all good 


COYS 

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How many words can describe the man ?
How many phrases can describe the pure grief,
Talented , gifted , classy and unique 
A tragic loss beyond a nations belief.

That fateful day now half a century ago .
When the world of football was rocked .
Tottenham couldn't control the devastating news ,
The occasion will forever be talked .

Why ? I'm afraid I can't answer that question.
Fate had a big part to play .
But the Ghost of the Ghost will never leave us ,
Etched in Tottenham's history now forever and a day . 

Remember the player and the father,
The husband , the Uncle and the man.
Remember the legend of a talented soul ,
Who left thoughts of excitement when he ran.

He was the player Bill wanted to build round , 
The foundation of a new lilywhite dawn,
Sadly that never developed , 
But the legacy will never be gone .

50 years have gone by , but the story remains , 
The echoes ring around White Hart Lane ,
The loss and parting of such a great player,
A new soul will be heavens new gain.

Greatness and an aura so special 
Legendary status is a right you must earn 
John White had all these traits in his locker
How we wish that sad fortune would turn .

The passing of any person is so tragic and sad 
One so young in the prime of his life,
Today my thoughts are with Johns family 
His children and his beloved good wife .

The Ghost , the Legend , the Father , the Spur 
Taken sadly before his life span should have been , 
For the many that had the privilege to behold him , 
One of the greatest players that this clubs ever seen . 

The great John White gone but never forgotten ! 

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Ossie's escape 

The greatest sporting movie that's ever been made 
With a host of legends and a few actors thrown in 
Who would have given the prisoners a chance 
It was odds on that the Germans would win 

But never underestimate the power of hope 
As the 2nd half was a joy to behold 
From the certainty of defeat came a comeback well known 
And escape to victory was about to unfold 

I have watched the movie many times like you 
And remember the plot and story line 
But as I say with Osvaldo Ardiles last week 
He had a slightly different story and version from mine 

You see Ossie told the story , like it was so true 
And how Michael Caine was quite shit at the back 
And the fact it took 36 takes for Sly's save 
That even Pele was staring to crack 

He said about going to the room at half time 
And the bath disappeared to the ground 
Ossie jumped quickly as escape was in sight 
With the rats in the sewer that they found 

" we can win this " came a voice from the changing room 
Ossie was already thinking about a fine wine in France 
Ossie was fuming he had to go back 
As the rest of the team jumped a victory seeking dance 

I will always remember that flick over his head 
And how i wanted to do it the next day 
I wanted to pull on the white shirt with the stripes 
I thought I could be Carlos Rey 

And as the players disappeared as the whistle it blows 
The Pinot Grigio was now Ossies desire 
The story now finished but ask Ossie his take 
As the crowd roared and the decibels got higher 

The story was part of a question that was asked 
But the thing that's so funny and true 
Was the question was asked to Micky Hazard 
About playing in cup finals as he played in a few 

For those who attended this evening I speak 
What a privilege to hear this tale in Ossie's style 
In fact the whole night was a pleasure to run 
Even Micky gave a verse of "can't smile " 

COYS!

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Time to shine for the young lad lamela 
Argentinian descent and a handsome young fella 
Kept in the darkness for a season at Spurs 
Now seize the moment , the opportunity is yours ! 

Settled in nicely , and pre season looks strong 
Possibly the season to prove all doubters wrong 
A place it must beckon , for a start in the squad 
This kid is the real deal , not an over priced fraud 

Tricky and stylish , the pure Tottenham way 
Now rise young Lamela , and show us your play 
Relax and enjoy what the season will bring 
To see Erik in lilywhite is a glorious thing 

Hopes and expectations are part of the course 
But his reputation speaks volumes , many ex players endorse 
Some tough times through last season , adjusting to the pace 
But forget all the problems , see that smile on his face 

It's time for Lamela 
It's the new hope that we pray 
It's time for lamela 
Let this young wizard play 
It's time for lamela 
Under armour skin tight 
It's Erik lamela 
And his future is bright ! 

COYS!

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Give me the 60s 

They stand all in white 
With the lights beaming down 
The nights full of glory 
Chasing Europe's top crown 

The runners 
The passers 
The kings of the game 
The Tottenham 
Super Tottenham 
The lads from the lane 

These legends , proper legends 
The lads at their peak 
These legends , these moments 
Are the ones we all seek 

Give me a return 
to the era we adore 
When the cockerel didn't stay static 
The cockerel did soar

Give me a Blanchflower , 
and give me a John White 
Give me a Cliff Jones
As he torments in full flight 

Give me a Dyson 
And a prayer for Mackay
Just give me the 60s 
Without a poor 90s sigh 

Give me a Baker 
And a touch of big Smith 
We once controlled Europe 
This wasn't made up myth 

Give me les Allen 
And give me Bill Brown 
Give me Ron Henry 
and Maurice Norman closing down 

Give me a Medwin and Marchi 
And give me a Bill Nic 
When the game was about glory 
Tottenham passing game slick 

The runners 
The passers 
The kings of the game 
The Tottenham 
Super Tottenham 
The lads from the lane 

Give me the 60s as I never had it 
I didn't get to witness this great sight 
When Tottenham became totally dominant 
As they stood tall dressed in pure lilywhite 

The futures bright !!!!!! It's lilywhite 

COYS 

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Shoulder to shoulder the army will stand 
Strangers unite for an old team that's grand 
Beliefs and religions set aside for the shirt 
The emblems a cockerel , we display it through hurt .

Out sing you , out clap you 
We are Tottenham from the lane 
Out number you , out support you 
All for the lilywhites gain 

The voices of thousands , transforms an echo of one 
The glory at Tottenham can be second to none 
Tribal gathering for the masses , the loyal Spurs fans 
Shoulder to shoulder , packed into the stands .

The cockerel displayed on the chest of a skin 
It will always be shown , draw , lose or win 
A lifeline , a tradition , a Spurs way of life 
Glory glory Tottenham Hotspur in times full of strife 

Out sing you , out clap you 
We are Tottenham from the lane 
Out number you , out support you 
All for the lilywhites gain 

The calling from Tottenham , embrace what we see 
"Aiming high"is a phrase which is held high by me 
"The game is about glory" what's that mean to you 
Audere est facere .... To dare is to do 

That one single moment , when time just stands still 
The flight of the ball and the players that thrill 
The moment you realise that the ball hits the net 
Every other emotions for that single moment you get 

The heart stopping second as the balls in the air 
A header , a volley , get it out ,don't kick there 
The noise as the opposition crowd find a voice 
Retaliate with Spurs songs is the weapon of choice 

Out sing you , out clap you 
We are Tottenham from the lane 
Out number you , out support you 
All for the lilywhites gain 

Shoulder to shoulder we will stand evermore 
Embracing those strangers when we see our club score 
Thousands of voices echo sentiments of one 
Bill Nic we are Tottenham , you are Tottenham's own son !!! 

Out sing you , out clap you 
We are Tottenham from the lane 
Out number you , out support you 
All for the lilywhites gain 
COYS