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 ….. © Thespurspoet 2014 All rights reserved no part of this document may be reproduced without consent of author
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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 …… The spurs poet © Thespurspoet 2014All rights reserved no part of this document may be reproduced without consent of author 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 The spurs poet © Thespurspoet 2014 All rights reserved no part of this document may be reproduced without consent of author 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 ! The spurs poet © Thespurspoet 2014 All rights reserved no part of this document may be reproduced without consent of author 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! The spurs poet © Thespurspoet 2014 All rights reserved no part of this document may be reproduced without consent of author 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! The spurs poet © Thespurspoet 2014 All rights reserved no part of this document may be reproduced without consent of author 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 The spurs poet © Thespurspoet 2014 All rights reserved no part of this document may be reproduced without consent of author 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 |
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